My East

This corner has finally come into the glow of Sailhouse. Until now the cross beams and draping didn’t allow for it to reach this part in such a way. But something broke over the winter. Things shifted this summer. There’s new structure and process in place that makes for a protective niche around this baby tree. (See what I did there?) 

It’s the East and that’s all things new, fresh, and optimistic. I’ve worked on that corner all along hoping I’d get the chance to offer a Sail Hug to the sprig around which I have stepped a thousand times. I always say “hello” to it or “sorry I kicked you.” or “hey is that better?” after adjusting something. 
 
My east is the rugged Atlantic coast. My east stretches to Europe and the Middle East. My east wraps around and back again. My east also goes to the ethers where All Else seems to happen. 
 
Ten years ago I started walking here. I have had many moments of déjà vu lately knowing that my forever self has emerged, been remembered and is being seen/heard. 

​The relief and gentle satisfaction is immense; To look around and realize I have put down all the heavy things that once clouded decisions and moods. It brings the solidness I have been craving. It is from myself, for myself and by myself as an incarnated being, but the cosmic ties are so vast that their stories number the stars. ​

I am walking. 
I am peace.
I am.

I have moments of exquisite joy and contentment where I can allow the effluence to buoy me through days, even weeks. Then there’s a reality check of a shadow looming but the fortification is there again. I have cultivated my tools again. I have a bag packed to share.
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Here’s to the east and the beginning of the rejuvenation found within the steady step, ever widening the path. 
 
I am walking. 
I am peace.
I am.