The printed copy of the book is in the mail. I was notified last night. Publishing this book is the bravest thing I’ve ever done.
In this moment of my life, I am building my courage muscles. It requires all of me. All of my attention. All of my devotion.
Spirit seems to have me in a dance between comfort and discomfort. It’s as if every moment I need to be just comfortable enough to have the ground firm to jump from, but not too comfortable to not desire to jump at all.
Comfortable enough to be well in Italy with my loved ones. Uncomfortable enough to know it was time to come back.
Comfortable enough to be welcomed back by old friends. Uncomfortable enough to feel out of place almost everywhere.
Comfortable enough to have a roof over my head and food in my belly. Uncomfortable enough to not feel at home where I live and not enjoy the food I eat.
This dance, is an ongoing mixture of experiences. One moment it’s warm and fuzzy love, welcoming and embracing. The next it’s feeling out of place and unsettled.
It’s as if Spirit is teaching me how to jump, by having the jump be inevitable. While jumping is scary, staying still is no longer an option.
I think jumping will become less of a challenge, when I’m standing with one foot on a rock, tilted forward, anyway.