When you get to the end of all the light you know and it’s time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.
In the past two months I have…
- Sold a house
- Bought a house and found Peace. Love. Home.
- Moved the contents of the old house to the new house
- Made weekly trips to the Goodwill, Salvation Army, and recycle center to get rid of the stuff the former owner left behind (we’re talking a lot of stuff here)
- Spent countless hours in the yard feeding the mosquitoes
- Talked to grasshoppers and tree frogs
- Bowed submissively to bumblebees
- Chased butterflies
- Acquired the limbs of a nine year old tomboy, adorned with scabs, scrapes, scratches, and stings
- Made mud pies
- Bled over the ferocious rose bushes
- Engaged in warfare with wasps
- Ran from a mouse
- Pulled an odd assortment of things from the dog’s mouth (including a dead mouse)
- Pondered the meaning of the closet witch the former owner left behind
- Reveled in the Goaty Goodness the former owner left behind
- Resigned from my out-of-state professor gig – it was just too impossible to go back to all that after all this.
- Moved the contents of the out-of-state apartment and office to the new house
- Began taking steps to integrate my worklife into my life’s work
- Found myself overtaken by tearful fits of gratitude and joy