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I’ve been moving a lot over the last week. In fact, I added up the miles and I have driven over 2600 in the last 10 days. Last Thursday I was sitting with the irrepressible, rambunctious, wildly-spirited Nancy Aronie on Martha’s Vineyard. I had just finished her Writer’s Workshop, reeling off the high of an encounter I can only describe as other-worldly. Nancy has this way of affirming the truth of who I am in the moment in such an unobstructed, generous yet completely audacious way, that I find myself irrepressibly bubbling every time I am around her. She scoops me up at the end of the workshorp, pressing me hard against her long lanky body and whispers in my ear: “Nurture your magic. Don’t worry about your audience. And let yourself be brilliant softly.” And then she lets me go….
So today I rest, with my mother in Wayzata Minnesota, amongst the things that have been in my life my whole life. Oh, there’s the Beatrix Potter collection, all the characters standing at attention, shiny, facing forward, a plant that she has carried from home to home to home to home for almost 40 years, my father’s childhood bed, Miss Twiggley’s Tree. Some things do inform the essence of who I am; swirling and soothing and exploding in my sub-conscious memory, inviting engagement with a past I felt I knew, bearing witness in a new way. How wonderful to see Miss Twiggley anew, no longer eccentric, but a community builder; inviting all of her frightened neighbors to seek refuge from a storm in her sturdy tree house, no longer alone, her ark of hope full of new-found friends, high above the water line.
There is so much hope in a changed perspective, in taking my legs up the wall in the comfort of my mother’s home. Practicing gentle yoga as I listen to her soothing voice calm my somewhat ruffled edges with a gentle suggestion to rest, trust the process, believe in my own brand of magic. I am renewed.
And that is enough for today, to simply rest, in love with my mother and Miss Twiggley, to still my sometimes over-exuberant heart, and let the gentle light pour forth.