It seems to be a year of letting go. Letting my wings spread, unfurling into the unknown and a time of release. Change is always happening and this time of shedding layers has not been easy. I have felt every piece of skin come off – it hurts but I breathe once again a little bit easier. I become a little bit more vibrant every time. The airstream sold yesterday. I cried a lot for days. I didn’t want to let her go. The memories of all my travels, the time my dad and I spent renovating and the time I had with my animals (ansli and sally). I always wanted an airstream and there is nothing saying I won’t have another, but this wasn’t the time. I had to let one more thing go. It was painful, it was freeing.
She went to a musician who will show her beauty to the world. Her soul is free and wild once again on the open road. That is where she belongs, what she was meant for. The stories will live on in her an she will have new stories to tell. We all must move on from things. We must keep evolving and growing, stretching and shedding.
My soul has been wrestling with things lately. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever stop twirling. Probably not, it hasn’t yet.
The boy moves in today. I am finishing my new studio space this week and am making a little meditation area, painting and metal area and my little desk for editing and writing. The pups will be down there with me. Our own little sanctuary. I think they will like it.
The fall is coming slowly. Warm drinks and scarves fill me with warmth today. I am just taking it all in stride. It helps having a crew of little spirits by my side. I miss them deeply. I don’t think that will ever change. I still feel ansli stretching her feet out on my bed and sally doing the rolly polly dance. My heart aches today but that never stops. Some days I feel like a vibrant leaf the color of brick red and yellow ochre. Other days I feel like my colors muted and the winter took me whisping into the air.
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” – Anatole France
have a lovely fall day, my little birds.