Sundays are Spirituality Day here at Taking it to the Streets
I just got home tonight from five days in Asheville, NC with my closest woman friend. We’re planning to move there in a few years with my closest guy friend and do a cohousing community – either just the three of us, or an expanded version. It was a lovely week, despite me having a new round of cold/flu energy moving in.
I’m a people person and for the past nine years I’ve lived alone. While in many ways I very much enjoy living alone, having a heart-companion nearby is such a delight. And then to be in such a wonderful town – rated recently the Happiest city in America for women (I would think for guys and kids too and most especially for dogs who seem to be particularly revered). We stayed at the gorgeous, flower and art and cat rich home of new friends Mary Beth and Jon – a serene, lush oasis walking distance from Asheville’s vibrant city center.
It felt in many ways a perfect slice of life.
And now I return to this life and it feels a bit empty.
So I’m noticing the emptiness. Noticing the ennui with the routine. Noticing some loneliness. And being with what it is.
For one of the things I’ve learned is that life is perpetual change and one of the helpmates to change is awareness. So I’m aware that I stepped into what I want my future life to be and it was good. So now I get to either plan to manifest that as soon as I can, or plan to incorporate what I loved about that week into my ‘this life, here, now’. Or, of course, I could mope. But that’s so not pleasant, so I won’t pick door number three!
So this wistfulness that’s here, I’ll take it in and use it as fertilizer for hope. I’ll let it be the seeds of change. I’ll let it water my intentions. And let’s see what grows out of THAT!