So often I have sat inside my comfort zone, because I understood it. It was important that it all made sense, that it wasn’t, with obvious intention, anything too risky. My days flowed with a routine, a drowsy, seamless state of mind.
There is a creative fire inside me (as there is in all of us) and somehow not exercising it was keeping me in what I can label as my low grade fever days. I wasn’t sick and my life was full of joy and laughter but there was a tiredness to my efforts.
“Inside the River,” has been the house guest I’d ignored for a long time, the light dazzling outside wanting to play, the risk of conscious action. Writing those words, wrapped around a story brewing inside me for over twenty years, starting a blog, joining twitter yesterday (not sure I quite get that concept yet) and allowing myself this voice (read in 37 countries…would love to know who you are), has taken me to a place I don’t quite understand.
But it’s home….