Adventures for the soul
I am profoundly aware of the privilege I have to be able to say I love my life.
I love my life.
I didn’t always. It has taken most of my life to reach this place. For a host of reasons, beginning, of course, with loving myself enough to allow life in.
I have held a rigorous commitment to my health all of my life, so now, at a later age, I am fit and fully able to enjoy this ripe time.
My work is the clearest transmission of the whole of me.
I have love and partnership that is beautiful, solid and steady, beyond anything I could have expected.
I live in a country where people, in general, are treated with respect, and as a woman, I can make choices. The air and oceans are clean. My home is both a sanctuary and a place to be in nature.
We, my partner and I, have routines that nourish me. We are in the ocean most of the days of the week. We cook together. Play together. Laugh often.
Every now and then, there is an adventure. Where the routines and comforts are disrupted.
Change.
Oh, we need to do this. Even when a part of me longs for same.
Today I am on a mini-adventure. Across the Tasman Sea for a week in New Zealand.
There is a part of me looking back, where my love and life are still, with longing.
And the other part, knowing adventures for the soul and body is the grit in the oyster.
The grit in the oyster is good medicine.
Photo Taken January 3rd 2016
