“you can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.”
well, what could be more relevant (figuratively and literally) than this quote that popped up in my daily inspiration journal today? it is usually credited to christopher columbus.
On Sunday evening, I sat down to edit the last module of my e-course. To further clarify and correct its content before this session’s final live week of class. The more I read through one particular passage, however, the more relevant I realized it was in the final month before my move to Italy.
a special delivery of words,
mine and others.
to inspire and sustain.
to comfort and embolden.
whatever you find yourself yearning for today.
guard your life as your own.
and from this place, enjoy
expansive vitality and freedom.
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i read an article today entitled “do what scares you.”
and i had to laugh (through the constriction in my throat).
does shaking in your (red) boots count as
doing what scares you?
it inspired me to leave a comment,
explaining how i’m moving to italy in one month.
as the must-get-dones grow,
as the moments-until-departure near,
both in ever-increasing intensity,
i seem to be caught in a slow-motion dream state.
a bit lethargic in my movement, a bit numb to my reality.
like trying to run through invisible molasses.
three years and three months ago,
i wrote remember the smiling sink.
it was a tale about living your life with integrity,
doing what you know you are supposed to do,
especially when making a difficult decision.
i’ve thought about that lesson
many many times since then.
once upon a time,
over half a century ago,
a baby girl was born.
snow still on the ground that morning in april.
an odd mixture of winter’s remains
and the new growth of spring.
she grew up, mostly happy and whole.
my blog post was already written up,
all prepared to go.
but then i decided it needed to rest on the shelf for a bit.
part of its further-reaching theme was a chance
to express my dissatisfaction and disappointment
with a situation involving my younger son.
And at last you arrive.
You write the final page,
close the book of experience,
and complete your journey.
But only this particular journey.
Because as one episode ends,
another is introduced.
You find yourself mentally preparing,
as the next slice of life
begins unraveling its intentions.
okay, so lately i’ve been focusing on
fear and doubt and overwhelm and insecurity
regarding my upcoming relocation.
three weeks ago i wrote all about it in far beyond.
all about the anticipation and the anxiety.
because every day there is unknown territory.
