“Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.” Gloria Anzaldu
Each day as I make the drive from right around the corner from where Alice from “Alice’s Restaurant” lived to Kripalu, I drive through this magical mist that wafts out of the landscape surrounding the windy country road. I’ve witnessed it as kind of a metaphor for the place that I find myself in at that moment; tilted toward the horizon, semi-swirly and giving off an edgy luminescence.
It is so great, and kind of scary, to hold this space with a strong unwavering heart, not really knowing what will come next; trusting, earnestly, that it will all be more than ok, even great!
The sun almost always rises with this mist casting a pale and beautiful glow over the front lawn of Kripalu as I make my way up the hill from the parking lot toward another long and intense day. The birds are calling to each other and I’m calling right back now, hoping to catch a wisp of their free-wheeling fun as I step purposely into another new day of discovery; full of hope, love and earnest desire to keep on keeping on in the most authentic way possible!