I’m gonna be honest. I’m feeling scared about my move to Santa Fe. I seem to have let go of the words to describe why I’m going. I can’t even access the left brain rationale. I am on a course with no brakes or diversions. Somewhere in my soul I know why I am doing this. The draw is so strong that I feel like I am not even commandeering this ship. I am just along for the ride.
Release and re-invention are guiding me. Only take what I love. Leave lighter and unencumbered. I gave away my old fur coat and wedding silverware, sculptures, dishes, and unopened bottles of alcohol. Books once read, but unlikely to be re-read. Let someone else enjoy them. I have been shredding tons of documents. It is astounding how much I have accumulated that doesn’t pertain to me anymore. Did I ever throw anything out?
I’m leaving a warm, cozy house, friends whom I love, and delightful relationships with local merchants. I know where to find anything and who to call. I am going to the unknown, the unknowable, the untarnished. Yet, I feel supported. I have a strong, inner feeling that this is right. It is one of those quiet, yet intense, knowingnesses that is my truth. When I listen, I am guided. It is a leap of faith from a foundation of trust. But at times, like today and last night, it is scary!