Knock knock
This time of year is always awkward for me. The rapidly changing light and daylight savings jump leave me feeling unrooted in time, especially on gray, flat-lit days. My sleep and my internal sense of when are spun around and left to find their own lurching way back to their center. It leaves me feeling mentally wobbly and partially ungrounded. Which makes it a great time for change.*
So the last four days have been full, not even counting the normal cram-packed work and family routine. I've had three serious conversations about relationship challenges, all of which mirror my own relationship in significant and poignant ways. I've had several conversations about faith which have led me to think more about my faith and my participation or lack of participation in it. I've had a very pleasant stream of syncronicity pick me up and swirl me around playfully. I'm not sure if it's set me down yet or not. I'm guessing no. I had a wonderful drunk with iresprite, which was the blurry keystone of this poignant little arc. A great time with friends. Several deep and painful conversations about my childhood, including one where it was important that I unpack all my heavy baggage as quickly and clearly as possible and then not deal with it, for a little while.
Much of this was hard. Yesterday I felt brittle and angry. But today the sun is shining and I've had the chance to resolve some of what I unpacked this weekend and I'm calling that good. But I'm feeling that this was a sign of change. Challenging change, but good change.
* Or as oxma would say, "It's almost May. You always pop in May."
So the last four days have been full, not even counting the normal cram-packed work and family routine. I've had three serious conversations about relationship challenges, all of which mirror my own relationship in significant and poignant ways. I've had several conversations about faith which have led me to think more about my faith and my participation or lack of participation in it. I've had a very pleasant stream of syncronicity pick me up and swirl me around playfully. I'm not sure if it's set me down yet or not. I'm guessing no. I had a wonderful drunk with iresprite, which was the blurry keystone of this poignant little arc. A great time with friends. Several deep and painful conversations about my childhood, including one where it was important that I unpack all my heavy baggage as quickly and clearly as possible and then not deal with it, for a little while.
Much of this was hard. Yesterday I felt brittle and angry. But today the sun is shining and I've had the chance to resolve some of what I unpacked this weekend and I'm calling that good. But I'm feeling that this was a sign of change. Challenging change, but good change.
* Or as oxma would say, "It's almost May. You always pop in May."