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Hope activates love



"Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all" -Emily Dickinson 





Here is my brand new, fresh, free blog! First post, hot off the press! My website subscription ended, along with my attempt to start a coaching business, and I am feeling the desire to get back to my roots, and create an old school blog. Like when I first started blogging in 2005.
More accessible, less precious.

For posting my pictures and just for writing - because write I must! It doesn't matter to me how many people read what I write, or if I ever publish a book (though I plan to), but write I must!

  I am craving simplicity, with every fiber of my being. 

The simple, country life is calling me. I want to dig my toes into the earth, ride horses, jump in a cold lake, drive an old beater car, and move more closely with the rising and setting rhythms of the sun. Make art, write. Sit quietly in nature and watch the muskrat making its way from one shore to another.

  I want to surrender to what truly nourishes my soul.

 I have been home for a month now, in the small town that I grew up in - the one I vowed I would never return to live in! Every day I wake up and I am astonished to realize that I am so deeply happy to be here, and that I can actually picture myself building a life here. I've traveled all over the world, and lived an urban life style for the past fourteen years, and now I am feeling the pull back to my roots; to the loon call, the berries ripening in the sunshine, and the people that know your face when you walk down the street.

 I've realized that we will change when we are ready to change. We will return, discover, awaken, learn, unravel... when we're ready, and not before. No matter how much we try to plan, control, or force the change we so desperately want to happen.

When I walk around the lake, it smells like my childhood. I pass the little beach where I learned how to swim- complete with the saskatoon bushes, weeds, and leeches. We brought a salt shaker to the beach to help us remove the leeches from our legs after star fish floating on our bellies.

 I feel the home that is always within me.

This hope that I am feeling is not based on optimal circumstances. I am broke (again!), I am still separated and single. I am still trying to figure out how to build the life that I want and make an income doing so.

 But underneath all this, there is  a deep sense of  peace. Everything is going to work out. Everything is working out. And this hope activates love - the only thing that matters. I am reading Brene Brown's book'Daring Greatly', in it she talks about the opposite of lack and scarcity not being abundance, but enough.

 This is enough. I am enough.

 Right now, in my life, this is enough. I am enough. My circumstances will change, they always do, as my story unfolds organically. But right now - this is enough. I am enough. I am well. And 'hope is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul.'

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