Stretching of Spirit

I disappeared, it just happened.  It wasn't intentional, just a week full of wonderful happenings, and some stretching of my spirit.  I needed space to feel and grow, to live in the moment.  I needed to take care of my needs, so I could share fully.


I discovered more about myself this week as we lived beside about eight other traveling families.  I discovered how much I like community as well as my solitude.  How I dislike spreading out my toes as I try balancing in yoga on the forest floor.  I became more aware of my coping skills, how I have the urge to run away when I am in pain (the night of the full moon at midnight, I drove off in the van).  I danced to a drum circle full of safe, loving people, learned belly-dancing, embraced people of conflicting viewpoints.


I realized I needed to make my RV my own home, and began ripping off the ugly border in the kitchen that I detest.  I saw Jon meet men who desire to connect and talk about who they really are, children playing and laughing while given the forest and dirt roads as their yards.  Conflicts, compromise, challenging self-reflection.  The amount of energy it took to process the week was overwhelming, painful, and a blessing.  I am here now with new vision, and after soaking in the calm of the ocean, I am ready to write again if you will so generously be here to listen.