Morning After

One cup of tea into my day and I am remembering parts of who I am.

A visit with a long known friend can do that, remind us of ourselves.

They are familiar: their cadence, what they notice, how they laugh.

Over dinner last night we caught up; what is new, how we are navigating our worlds, what we want and where we struggle.

But it was the magic of the walk afterwards that has me grateful for our friendship Aa we revealed to one another who we still are and how we have grown.

curious.

i have been walking.

letting my thoughts expand and contract with each step.

i am feeling something, i don’t have a name for it yet but it is bubbling within, asking me to pay deeper attention to where i am and what i see.

asking me to take an inventory.

asking me to go farther into the woods, take another step, crest a different hill, take a path from a different direction.

recently someone spoke to me about how much larger our lives become when we do something we didn’t think we could do.

often i run to a name, a practice, an intention and then once i make the identification it falls flat. the intention is no longer present and i fall back into my routines not questioning, no longer prying under the rocks of my inner oceans, searching.

i am enjoying the feeling. relishing in the search. allowing it to be sensation with no words. seeing what is. curious.