The Floating Place…


Yesterday…the topic was…movement…AKA…change…and it continued to develop for me over the course of the day…as…Bertha…gently…and not so gently…continued to nudge me in the direction of movement…

Until…finally…I realized…she was nudging me over a cliff…

It’s not a new cliff…not entirely at least…I’ve set my life in that direction before…and didn’t consider it to be a successful endeavor at the time…which makes me more resistant this time…as I attempt to dig my toes into the sands of excuses…knowing that it is essentially futile to resist…but…trying all the same…as…Bertha…explains…I’m not the same person that I was ten years ago…five years ago…or…even last year…or…even yesterday…

She assures me that the opportunities will present themselves…I assure her I will take them…and…I hope I will…I hope I will open my eyes and ears enough to see them…to hear them when they knock…

The vision from yesterday…the woman dancing on the mountaintop…evolves…she’s floating over the edge of the cliff…not pushed…not jumping…just floating…her arms are outstretched…and…those billowy scarves have become wings…as she soars with the Angels…

Jane

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