I won't do it justice, because the moment has passed, but as my bike coasted along the downhill slope yesterday on the way home from work I felt surrounded, encased in the green world. A protective boundary of verdant spring foliage, dappling sunlight sneaking through the gaps in the leaves. The perfect temperate air flowing around me, slipstream unused at my back. The world here is almost always green, but spring is still bursting.It is a truth that not all the things I long for are here in this season, and still nothing is missing. There is a contentedness, a gratitude that suffuses the moments like the scent of the newly fledged leaves surrounding me. It is not hope, but it is grace. An allowance for all the wrongs done by my errant heart. A forgiveness for all the wounds unknowingly inflicted, and for the meanings randomly assigned to each broken piece of glass. I am learning how to stay in place, by allowing that place to change as the seasons do.
I am lucky to have landed here. Amazed at what I have been granted in work, the creative freedom, paired with a material security that has the effect of calming the nervous system. I no longer say yes to all the things - perhaps finally understanding the space needed between projects and adventures. The need for some measure of staring into space, for stillness. In the coming months I am transformed again - almost half of every month immersed in wildernesses of my choosing. The deep oceanic work of summer. It is an alchemical time, a confluence of magic, humanity, connection and the wild lingering places. It is the journey work of souls and the source of all imagination.I can lean into it all, knowing that life takes time, and change is a given. For now, I have some constants; a home, friends and people who love me, the perfect mix of stability, freedom and creativity in my work. I am learning how to bring my gifts to more of the things in life, even the mundane and seemingly routine motions of a modern existence. Although that will always be a work in progress. I am in the green corridor, which is beautiful for it's own sake, immersive and sensory, but perhaps also a gateway to what is unfolding.
