Every Move She Makes

For the past month I have been out of touch what with computer snafus and transitional living as I await my new apartment. I am STILL waiting in the land of stasis and trying valiently to keep to the high road with intermittant success.

“Don’t give up before the miracle” someone said.

What happens when all you know as familiar is somewhere else; MY stuff, MY routines, MY aesthetics, MY familiar sounds and scents are in storage and on hold for an inderterminate time?

I segue from ok to not and back again.. all in the spanse of minutes.

What grounds me, elevates me and captures me are the rigors of remaining true to my essential self which is really pretty light and far from morose. This ‘me’ is entertained by the soft belly of my dog, watching people in their theater-of-life, recognizing TRUE LIFE (without pretense or script) as I meet it in the eyes of strangers, nature, books and ideas and myself as everything I thought precious is peeled away to reveal a raw and impossibly new and suprisingly intriguing girl.

She is curiously peaceful at times. Even in the midst of such chaos. She is fierce with talons to match the inhumane treatment city officials tender those with less clout than others.

What is there to learn here? Is being reviled by seeming injustice the ticket?

I’d rather reign it in and take myself for a walk in the Spring, Breathe to make room for the miracle. Turn my attention to a soft belly.


3 Responses to “Every Move She Makes”

  1. Judy on April 2nd, 2013

    I had wondered so I’m glad for the update. I hope all your transitioning works out as you wish.

  2. Rhonda on April 2nd, 2013

    It’s so nice to see you are back online … I’ve miss reading your posts, but I’m confident everything will fall into place for you again ..

  3. Lori on April 7th, 2013

    Yes, Cathy … So happy to see you back online sharing your thoughts and observations. I missed you! Xx

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