Good morning groovy souls!
I am off to Texas today to visit my parents and to help them about their house for a bit.
Mission start!
Afterward, I'm off to Virginia.... Again... to do another move.
This is the way. This the path. Sometimes that old road gets long, but there's always a new horizon to chase, and that is a wonderful gift.
Onward, toward the wander. Onward, toward the dawn!
I've largely been home since August 10th. There were two minor trips, a week in Salt Lake, a few days in Spokane, and a few in Seattle between then and now, but for the most part I have been home.
It's been good to be back, but it's been difficult to find my momentum. This part of the year has, been a come apart time for me. I rested, but rested to much, ate a bit to much, took a step back from the disciplines that sustain me, all the while holding on to my foundations by my claw tips.
The Gods are seeking to teach me balance. I've always struggled with sticking transitions.
The key has been to keep pushing even when I slip in what feels like mud. To keep aspiring, to keep working towards the balance that I know I must hold within, even if that balance is hard to hold at moments.
There is always a dawn coming.