this is interesting to me.

in december 2007, the month my grandmother died, i was studying at indiana university in bloomington, indiana. i was full of vigor and zest for life, yet there was a feeling in me that felt like i was needing to jump off of a precipice. it felt scary and tangible and the visual was of an open gate and a cliff at eventide. jump was the invitation.

now, in april 2012, i am having another tangible feeling inside, which reflects to choices in my “outside” life. this one feels like a hand reaching out. a gentle open hand, beckoning me. soft and unfolding, like a field with relaxing sunshine.

i am full of thanks, curiosity and wonder. and a little laughter to boot. :)