This weekend I enter the anniversary weekend of a year in my new home. A year in my new life. A year in my new community. It is a moment to be celebrated, not only for having chosen a path that feels right for me, but for the knowingness it took to arrive. Why I came. What I needed to do. How I wanted to shift, explore, discover, heal, grow, and become a better man. Sometimes life that does that to you; shows you who you are versus who you think you are. If we do not reflect when reflection is proffered, it is at our own demise.
Reflecting upon where one is versus where one was is also helpful at times. This week I shall do just that. Reflect on the man that arrived, busy, hurried, rushed, not only settling for winter, but for being the man he was living the life he lived.
This place settles you. Slows you. Reconnects the man to the fundamentals of nature, altering his body clock back to that of the real world, one devoid of what minute does what happen, when must this occur, when must we solve such and such. Time is real here. It moves as does the Earth, and we are only along for the ride.
Enjoy the ride; it might be the only one we get.
