Though the fog was thick this morning, a white wrap, I could hear birds tweeting welcoming spring. I looked down off the deck and saw my Camellia beginning to bloom. I startled a squirrel as I scampered downstairs for a picture and the squirrel climbed up and through the trees.
Then, the fog began to clear and another tree revealed.
A friend recommended the book The Power of Focusing by Ann Weiser Cornell. I’ve felt a bit adrift, so sat down and asked myself “What is the block?” I’ve been wanting to go through journals of the past, and yet I don’t. The answer came from within, an invitation. I rose and went downstairs, and am now ensconced in a treasure trove.
Gratitude sweeps through, gratitude for invitation and embrace.