Not exactly sure why I needed to express that in German since I do not speak German -- but hey, anything goes, right?
I did bring my Lumix with me to the river this morning with the intention of getting some "real" photos -- but then, after all of eleven shots, the damn battery up and flashed red at me so back to my trusty i-phone we go.
Above is the cover of my current journal. I think I have mentioned before that when I begin a new journal, I will decoupage a mix of words and images that reflect where I am at the time. Obviously, I was less sophisticated with this bundle of joy and merely ripped a page from a magazine and slapped it on the front.
Sometimes -- there's just no need to complicate the focus.
I began this volume on the 31st of July and as of this morning it only has seven blank pages left, so chances are it will finish this week. It is truly uncanny how the covers sum up the inside. I honestly spend no real time in contemplation or intention setting. The process for me is always fast, intuitive and grabbing whatever is on hand.
And yet--- it always seems to vibrate to exactly what is going on with me. Wild.
Knowing that a fresh new journal is about to begin is a rather delicious prospect. It is no surprise to anyone who reads here with any modicum of frequency that I love new beginnings. Which is weird. The moment I type that, I feel a strange cross current.
I know that it is absolutely true that I love the first day of a month, the beginning of a season, the start of a new journal, the rumination on new ideas, plans, stories etc -- all of that is a source of genuine delight for me.
And yet, I hate: starting a new job, walking into a room full of strangers, traveling anywhere unknown to me, learning a new skill especially anything to do with technology (<--!! I know, right? sucks to be me) --- all of that is something I actively avoid unless I am pushing myself to expand my courage (which, let's be real -- happens most infrequently. Am church mouse. Hear me roar!)
It seems anything new to do with mind, spirit, imagination -- I'm all in. Anything new that comes at me on the physical plane--- um, not so much.
Okay! That was a hell of a digression. How much do you love my stream of consciousness now?
My point was -- and I did have one -- I have just closed out a chapter of my life. It was gorgeous and magical and also filled with some huge learning curves/personal insights that have me feeling like I am on a whole new level of the spiral.
Ususally I can feel some resonance to the start of a new path. Like, oh, I have been here before but it was slightly different. This time, I don't have that sensation at all. When I begin this next journal I feel it will be charting a course over terrain that is utterly foreign to me. And, oddly enough. I am not sounding the alarm and dashing through the undergrowth to bury down into my warren*.
I'm kinda psyched.
*don't you love that I was checking out a town named Warren as a possible place to live? I think I would have loved it if it had been the right town for me-- such a vibe of synchronicity for this fox/rabbit creature that I am.