I’ve been feeling big change in the air. Borne of a misinterpretation of unrelated events and my reading “When Women Were Dragons” and a haphazard “consulting” of Rob Brezney’s Free Will Astrology. I forgot to be in the here and now. I started to feel bigger than my life. I started to crave dissolutions and rebirth. I began to live vicariously through the youth around me.
I forgot, for a moment, that I was already young. I misplaced the notion that this life of middle age can also be filled with its own magic and joy. I overlooked my own experience. What is it about us that keeps us longing for our youth. I mean, there are some serious cringe-worthy moments of my youth that I’d just as soon skip, and I do NOT want to go back there.
And so I return to the present and remember. I take a deep late summer breath and feel the gentle sun on my skin, the slow arc of the shadows, and the gratitude overflowing my heart. I feel solid. Grounded. And there is magic in this. There is joy in staying put.