My blog resumes, after a two week disappearing act. I have spent the past decade in a cycle of great turmoil and darkness, but I have at last turned the knob on the right door. It has opened for me and I have at long last, found my way into the light. Like a butterfly that has undergone metamorphosis, I have emerged awakened and ready to fly.
I have been pushing the limits of my physical abilities for the past two weeks, moving into my new home. It is a tiny little house with a yard – a yard with great potential. I would not have chosen to live out my life in Wheatland, Wyoming. A very big piece of my heart will always remain in Virginia, where I found true happiness in the abundance of rain, humidity, and trees. I will always miss the cardinals, the spring peepers – and of course, my swans. I learned many years ago; however, that there is no perfect place. I have also learned to be careful what I ask for. I found that I could say – “It is thy will, not my will” – and mean it. It has been suggested that I should bloom where I am planted and I will now take this wisdom to heart. Having let go of struggle and of the need to complain, I am at peace with what is – more peace than I have ever known.
