When Pigs Fly…

I apologize…if any of you were disturbed as the squadron of pigs circled overhead yesterday…I’m not sure how it happened…but…somehow…by hook or crook…I turned in my tax information…in February…probably the first time ever…
And…the funny thing is…I could have done it a month ago…they were really simple this year…not much to figure out…no going through receipt after receipt…separating business expenses…and personal…it was all personal…mostly medical…
I never know why I avoid doing my taxes…but…I do…I avoid them like…well…like taxes…which…still makes no sense…I’ve never had to pay extra…knock on wood…usually get back a little chunk…you’d think I would be anxious to get them done…but…April 10th…usually finds me…envelopes in hand…apologizing to the accountant…one more time
Maybe writing to you has inspired me to be a better person…maybe yesterday’s unexpected day off from work chided me…
Whatever the reason…it’s done…the receptionist laughed at me…Bertha…laughed at me…I laughed at me…
The flying pigs laughed at me…however…grateful for the opportunity to show off their maneuvers…not knowing when that will happen again…
Hope you enjoyed the airshow…
Jane

The Path…

Promises…seems I’m on a roll…
I looked back to my very first post this morning…here it is five months later…and…I’m on number one hundred forty-seven…I bring it up…because…I focused on not promising anything…not to you…not to me…I only committed to writing…as Spirit led me…
And…I’ve done that…
In the process…I’ve written almost every day…expressing things that sometimes were a surprise even to me…as they unfolded on the page…emotions…happy…and…sad…found an outlet…as my fingers tapped the keyboard…
It has been a healing experience for me…encouraging…and not just from the kind words that my readers leave me…telling me…that they too experience similar feelings…although that is tremendous encouragement…
But…encouraging from the standpoint…of…showing me that I capable of stepping into who I truly am…and…although…the path isn’t always comfortable…it’s okay…I can travel it…I don’t have to know where it’s going…not exactly…I’m going where I need to go…
I think that’s the hardest part…for me…the not knowing exactly where it’s going to lead me…I went to college…I got a degree in nursing…that was a concrete path…I was a nurse…I pretty much knew what to expect…I could get a job…I could support myself…
Writing…totally different…when I write…it’s a rocky, earthen path…it meanders through the woods…it only makes one demand…one promise…and they are the same…to be who I truly am…I have to take it…
That feels both comforting and unsettling…and yet…I have a need to write…to share…to be open…to feel…to heal…to live my truth…to be heard…to be understood…to be loved…
And…isn’t that what we all want…regardless of the path we are walking…
Jane