Heck if I know...might have to spend the rest of my life wondering. To wonder, to ask questions as to the why and the how, scratching my head a bit and then finally go on with the love of living. Good as answer as any, I suppose.
I know it's been awhile since I've been on here. Who needs to write a blog anyway? Similar question to the photo above. Heck if I know, I just do. It helps in some ways not to think too much, because I am riddled and rifled with that process. Writing is like a spitting it out, exercising the brain, squeezing my mind muscle that produces an energy that builds thoughts into words and out...splerrrrt! Here it is. Oh my. It's been too long since I have written, so a spittoon may be in order here.
Looking back over the last year, much had caught up with me. Or, had weighed me down, I'm not sure- feels the same either way. I got too far away from me and my particular spark and tried to light the way for so many others...exhausting. See, I can't do that. See, that's not what this True Calling is about. Our true calling is to ourselves, to what lies within us. And it is here, now and only here, now. Not there- not back. Right here, right now is the truest calling I know. And I'm it. Rather- I'm in it, up to my eyeballs and seeing what it's like to truly see things as they are.
On the wall, a clock is ticking. I don't care much to mark time on days like this, I just like to hear that sound. Behind me the blower of the fan on the woodstove whirs on and on, encouraging the orange flame to glow and heat the place up; this is sure a peaceful way to start a day. I've already got a pot of soup going in the crockpot. Swiss Chard, Italian Sausage, homemade Turkey Broth, garlic from the garden (oh I hope my supply holds out...!)
The beginnings of a good day. A new and now time. Every moment. Thanks for visiting,