2012 finds me living on the East coast. I am a mountain girl. Moreover, a desert-mountain-girl. I have grown up to thrive on open sky and the wildness of the West.
This place doesn't feel like home. I am learning the importance of impermanence. I am excavating the heart of who I truly am, without attachment to definitions of home and place. I am coming to know this process as either pain or freedom, depending on my degree of gratitude and surrender in any given moment. This is beauty...all of my favorite colors.
The Atlantic provides the same comfort of a strangers' smile in a foreign land. The colors here are friendly and the light brings deep silent inspiration. If I cease resistance long enough I can feel the faint whispering of the salty air, the clean and vibrant sun reminding me.
Winter has delivered it's permission slip for rest and ease. Standing on the shores of the mightily frigid salty sea, her ferocity chills as wind whips through me, hollowing me out and making room for whats to come. Or perhaps teaching me to find a place to rest in the emptiness.