These last two weeks have smelt, tasted and felt like freedom. I knew, last Monday, when we drove past the South Downs, hitting the coast road after a two hundred and fifty mile journey, that everything was as it should be, and that (finally) I was home.
Over the course of a week, we have relished in rhythm rather than routine; days have been filled with spontaneous slow mornings, beach visits, late lunches, and an afternoon stroll or two, soaking up every minute, not quite believing that the south of this Little Green Island is now my new home (and my. Such a distinct alternation to the familiarity and ugliness that was The North).
Slowly but surely, my energy for life is returning and for the first time in months I feel grounded. Retrospect is such a powerful teacher and this week has provided such wonderful insight. Since arriving here, my days are no longer unproductive nor uninspired. There is an undeniable resilience that lies in new found clarity (motivation) for all things touched by the light of opportunity and growth, and there is a sweet, subtle calm that comes from renewed energy and a clear mind.
"I once heard it said that the key to life is not to figure out what you can get from the flow, but, rather, to figure out how to get into the flow. Or, as Barry Stevens titled her book, 'Don't Push The River (it flows by itself)'. Step fighting your life. Let go and let the river carry you to new adventures by the way you come to experience great pleasures. In this way - and only in this way - it is impossible to lose." - Susan Jeffers.