This is a whiplash of a week, one of those times when the emotional setting is not tuned to a specific feeling, but is simply set on High.
Excitement? In spades. School starts tomorrow.
Anxiety? Under control, but really bubbly. School starts tomorrow.
Lament? Really, really deep. Tomorrow evening is the life celebration for a good man who left the world too soon.
Joy? Absolutely. I h ave only to lift my eyes up and look about me in these mid-August days to fine something that makes my heart sing.
1. Emotions. They’re a compass, even when they’re all over the place.
2. Contemplation. Breathing. Grounding the emotions, so I can really experience them, rather than simply dashing wildly from one to the other.
3. The tender orange sliver of a rising new moon last night as I was leaving LMH. I am a believer in omens (propitious ones at least), and that one felt like a gentle nod toward the hope and the delight that this coming year brings.
4. Seasons turning. Constancy. One thing comes after another.
5. Feathers. I’ve told this story before, because it fills me with wonder. Last year and the year before, for at least six or seven weeks in the months of July and August, I found an almost daily feather. Both years, there were perhaps two or three days in a six-week span when a feather did not appear in my path. This year has broken the pattern somewhat. I am definitely finding more feathers all of a sudden, one every two or three days. Yesterday morning, just as I left for a computer training at school, there was one, on the pavement right at the door of my car.
May we walk in Beauty!
Keep your heart-eyes open.