When was the last time you had a ‘private’ conversation with yourself?
You know – the secret ones that you would never wish to share with anyone else.
The ones where you stand naked in front of your inner mirror and admit all the things that you think inside but deny even to yourself?
These are the dialogues that change your world.
Cyclical.
Rhythmic.
Eternal.
Life itself is a spiral.
One that we dance around again and again.
The same lessons romance us into relatedness with the elements of transformation that appear in the form of people, places, projects, dreams.
All so that we can experience our inner worlds reflected in the outer mirror.
The Earth School.
Life as the curriculum.
This morning I woke up before the sun.
Darkness covered the land, and the night creatures were still going about their business.
Moving quietly so as not to disturb, I found my way to a special place in our garden where I could watch the sun rise over the hills.
We seem to be surrounded by death right now.
Death of people.
Death of social systems.
Death of environments.
Truly, the death of stories in so many ways.
Yet as we all know, death is an intimate and essential part of life on Earth.
Change is another word for death.
This week I have been offline adventuring with my husband.
He is a master in this art – as am I.
It is one of the things that brings us closer every time we embark off into the unknown together.
Adventure is an art.