Imagine…

A rose from a neighbors garden, photo by Cheryl McDonald

I am spending time in the space of my imagination.

Letting my mind free flow

Allowing thoughts, ideas, musings to flow through.

There is a new wind blowing, filling my lungs, my heart, and my mind with possibilities. A fresh spirit is overtaking the sadness and despair that has been sitting on me for a month.

It is time to search for a new life. I want to grow things, create things, imagine things. This is not new, it is my natural state of being, it always has been and it will not change. What will change, I think, is the what, how, and why.

As I make my way back to the desert this week, I am imagining and designing this new life in my mind. At the same time I am timid and untrusting that it is even possible. Trying to suspend fear and expectation, and still looking for a sure thing even knowing that there is no such thing.

Once again, we are in the midst of “The best of times and the worst of times” and we have no precedent to stand on and the possibilities are endless especially the virtual ones. I am not a fan of virtual, but I appreciate that I have these options to fill the space and I will learn to make the most of them and look forward to a time someday where I can once again hug a friend without fear, travel to distant lands, and yes even shop in a store or sit in a cafe and enjoy the space and the people around me.

But now, I just need to not think too much, to just be open, to go home and dig in my garden, pull the weeds, plant new seeds, find a new rhythm and continue to be present.

Life is forever beautiful and renewable.

The endless cycles of change and rebirth will go on without ceasing and that is a good thing.

Have a happy day.

Cheryl