During a recent morning meditation, there was a moment in which I experienced a deep longing for enjoyment. I don’t believe the longing was because my life is lacking in enjoyment. I think the longing was my soul’s way of nudging me to recognize the pleasure I do experience. Something I can’t know simply by thinking about it. The only way I can truly know whether something brings me pleasure is to focus on how it feels in my body. Because therein lies the truth.
Evolution of a vision
Inch by inch
I went into October feeling antsy, dissatisfied, and easily frustrated—a bit uncomfortable in my own skin. I know these feelings. When they surface is usually when I start thinking I need to get out of town. I need a change of scenery. My desire really isn’t to escape my physical surroundings but to escape my internal expansion.
Living at the edge
I recently returned from spending eight days in the forest, embarking on a new adventure. I’m spending the next six months training to become a certified forest therapy guide. “A certified forest what?!?!,” you may be saying to yourself. Trust me, no one was more surprised than me that this was something I felt drawn to do.