Unexpected Gifts

Here - in rural Vermont - I’m surrounded by farm life.
It’s my familiar. It’s my ground.

Imagine my surprise at waking to the morning cock-a-doodle-doo in urban New Orleans.
Imagine my delight in finding that I was sharing space with this exquisitely handsome guy.

Life’s tiny gifts.
Unexpected.

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As this year (and decade) comes to a close…I’ll be hitting the pause button
…taking a few weeks away from my daily practice.
A little time and space to assess….to consider….to look back before - once and again - stepping forward.

The Answers

Walking down the street in a city that has now become familiar…but not my home.
Thinking about all that’s behind…imagining possibility while looking forward.

Quite unexpected - a singular black cat stops me in my path.
independent…cunning…curious…mysterious….magical…brave.

Knowing exactly when to pause…cautiously assessing the situation before moving forward.

She arrives as a reminder to allow myself to roam free…to explore…to trust more…to believe.
In my voice. In my vision.
As if the universe somehow knows….
The answers.

Local Lore

Every now and again - I’m reminded from where I’ve come from.
What I did….before I did this.
Who I was…before I’ve become who I am - today.

Walking the neighborhoods of New Orleans…
Loving the fun color…the balance…the exquisite detail
Of local lore and architecture.