I am coming home.

Whew. I have been silent for awhile. I would say it was intentional, but that would be an outright lie. Hardly anything feels intentional in the summer. My attention is at the command of so many moving parts and I feel as though a part of myself is lost every time the season emerges.

August brought the celebration of my birthday… which I always anticipate with GREAT reverence. The page with 46 has been written and I get to welcome a BLANK one - understandably with the given parameters of the tallied years previous choices… the plot only thickens…

The weeks before my birthday everything in me that WISHES grows a tenfold and see a dozens new paths forward. They are VIVID and hold the visage of magic. Yet, as the jubilant day comes and goes, all remains the same. The cycle begins again.

I GET it. Our reality is a reflection of yesterday and what was makes TODAY.

But the FUTURE? That is the tricky bit that keeps us guessing, even wanting - or at least myself.

I have been mulling over the word CAPACITY a lot lately. I believe I have thinking about it all wrong.

Just like when I decide to finally organize the bathroom and I go buy more containers and end up with more containers in an unorganized bathroom. The bathroom is the actual container and it determines the capacity of what can actually fit inside… more containers will not magically create more space.

My brain and body are the bathroom here… and as of late they are being pretty vocal about how misaligned my expectations are for their capacity.

So…

This year. Number 47.

I am coming HOME. That’s it.

Well, that and all the other things required from living.

I am coming home to myself and learning the art of BEING.

All at once I feel terrified of LETTING GO and immense relief to finally be able to sink my feet deep into the earth.

I will learn to be and let the SKY come to me.

Pictured above is a sneak peak at the Cloud Bag update… a larger size is being added to the pattern! YAY!!!