Arrival

I remember how in Christian community we would talk about the re-entry blues - of having your own life - away from it all. Then re-entering the other life of responsibility and people. These days the re-entry is not so hard - I have created a life that is not busy in the way many experience it. I arrive, exhausted from thirty hours of flying. Having to take two forty minute naps just to make it home safely in the car - but then I sleep soundly all through the night.

This land is a balm, a solace - this place is where all my inner places can rest and heal. The birds are taking over here - it is their world of wild garden and bushes - of food a plenty and so they flourish - good for them!

I flourish too - when I can ground myself in this soil - walk the paths I’ve made with friends - eat the citrus that grew here - find my peace beneath my feet and leave all anxious, driven thoughts till next week (or death). I am lucky, so lucky to be here. Blessed. A blessed soul coming to a land of nurture, wildness and aliveness. And by golly I will take it all. Be a ground for others to find their footing - love till it hurts because I am made of love. On this new day in early May - let the praises ring.