This strange time of self imposed exile has given me much time to ponder. I have never given myself time to sit still and although I don’t find it easy, I feel it is the best thing for me to do as an antidote for the racing around I tend to do. I feel myself healing but am surprised that this whole process of healing is just going to take the time it needs to take.
I am grateful for the work I am doing that is at times mundane but keeps me disciplined and I have felt my creative juices a little more forthcoming. I am enjoying reading “What We Ache For” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Her thought provoking exercises have encouraged me to persevere with some work I am doing for Oxford.
Who could fail to be touched by these opening words? ” We ache to touch intimately what is real, to find the marriage of meaning and matter in our lives and in the world.”
