Organic Growth

This is an important point in my history. It is the first time in a long time that I felt the need to pause and take care of me. And I did.

The heron, the “Blue Cottage” that had a cancellation just at the moment that I was looking for a space of repose and a firm craving for chocolate have all merged into an unknown sensation free of flight or flight urgency.

The quiet here is that which I have been craving. It is as much a feeling as a sound. It seems as much a part of this community as even this family’s homestead.

I should say — for my own memory – that I am staying in the “Blue Cottage” Airbnb in Oregon House. I drove out the dirt road it is off from last night and met many deer, horses, and cows and such. Hunting does not seem to be a thing here. At least that is what the animals told me.

I have been waiting for this feeling to take over for a good bit. It sounds like:

I graciously accept this opportunity to enjoy a day of exploring my inner landscape in this beautiful space. It is quiet and serene. Here I find a special glow of self in solitude for a moment.

Me

I am not fond of the term but there is that sense of having given myself permission (finally). “I have done enough”. But also that I have support. “Yes baby you have. Take a minute to breath.”

Priceless.