I spent the week driving and writing and walking.
So much walking. So much thinking. So many changes that I feel but don’t quite see yet. I cleaned my guest bedroom closet out two weeks ago, not knowing why I had to, but just that it needed to be purged and reorganized and opened up. Then this Tuesday, I find due to unforeseen circumstances my brother will need to live in my guest room for the next month or so.
I knew something was happening, I just didn’t know what. I’ve been trying to listen to what the universe has to say and to lean into what I perceive as messages. Sometimes they’re unclear compulsions to purge a closet. Other times they’re blatant and in my face, like the truck I drove behind yesterday afternoon in Maine that said “IT’S ONLY TEMPORARY.” So much stuff has happened, is happening, and will of course continue to happen. It’s overwhelming, sure, the uncertainty and the sometimes guess-work. I always think of the song Hold on Loosely by 38 Special. My mom listened to it a lot.
Just hold on loosely / but don’t let go / if you cling too tightly / you’re gonna lose control
It took me thirty years to learn that when everything feels like it’s happening at once is when you need to stop and let the world move freely from underneath your feet.
To cracking ice, to creaking pines – to the sound of mud as it moves, welcoming your boots. Listen to stillness when animals are silent and the wild is asleep, because they’re resting up for the next big thing.
When the universe is busy, be keen to how the trees stop chirping.