I moved. Well, aside from 300+ pounds of books and some other miscellany, I’ve moved. So if you had my address before, you don’t have it now. I don’t have much, at least by way of household things, but I’m working on it. And I’m hoping to have dishes and stuff soon.
But I’m riding the bus to and from work. And I think once I get into the swing of riding, I can start journaling and knitting on the bus, and then I might actually figure out who I am and what I want. I’m not ready for graduate school. It’s not that I couldn’t do it intellectually, I think I just want more experience in the editing/publishing world first. I don’t know. I’m searching my soul for the answers, and all I’m coming up with is silence.
Which might not be all bad.
I’ve decided the silence is the soul’s way of saying “Are you really going to pay attention when I speak?”
today i am sitting with my own silence. today i have decided to revel in that silence.
let’s just pretend that we are sitting in silence together. that way it won’t feel lonely. silence will lead us to whatever is next.
let’s just trust in that.
lots of love,
j.
Love it….” searching my soul……is silence !!”
Willow,
Silence…I’m not sure I really know what that is. I’ll have to find it again…thank you for reminding me!
I hope your move went well and your are settled.
Email me, please.
Love, ~A
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