Then, there is my journey. So many curves. So many times I have pedaled up the steep hill. But, ah, the rush of the wind in my face as I coast full speed ahead down that opposite side!
I still feel unsettled. This does not mean I am filled with discontent. This means I am certain that I have more to accomplish. More adventures to hunt down and live through.
I have an occupation that brings new challenges and schedules on a regular basis. I live a creative life creatively.... And that takes great devotion.
Devotion. Spiritual commitment to a greater belief. I am striving each day to replace negativity with joy; to live a grateful life. I am devoted to this decision. Being grateful is a journey-- an active and aware state of being.
A journey can be physical or spiritual... Actual or imagined. I do not remember a time when I didn't actively daydream. My mind is a fortress filled with memories and wishes-- with brightly colored conceptions and aspirations. My journey is mine. It changes daily like the barometer of my brain. Foggy or clear; hot or cold... Always a swirl of emotion and devotion.
If you are fine where you are, brava. Hats off. I don't even wish for that state of being anymore. I am almost to the top of my hill. I pedal slow and sure. I know I am cresting the top of a hill when life will be a zooming downhill cascade soon enough. I anticipate lungs filled with air, hands off handlebars, legs outstretched as pedals rotate freely and quickly. I can feel the tangle of my shoulder length hair as it extends behind my arched shoulders and my chin tips my face to a blue and cloud filled sky.
It is coming-- the final journey. I know not when or where. I know that I am grateful for my restless heart and dream filled head. Mmmmm. I am.
