In the teen years, life calls her forward,
Stepping out from home, family, childhood.
Not that she won’t someday return
but that she needs to scratch the itch of curiosity.
As many before, she walks out, alone among many,
challenging habits, ways of thinking, learned perceptions.
She asks: who sees me? Who acknowledges me?
What is here for me?
One day in the seeking future,
She sits in quiet, she listens to her heart,
In that moment of uncertainty, a voice is heard,
I see you. I know you. I believe in you.
Then the knowing arises,
I am seen as I see.
I am known as I know.
I am loved as I love.
I am home.
This blog started while walking El Camino de Santiago in Spain. Upon returning I decided to keep writing, offering my reflections on the day-to-day life journey. River Spirit is the name of our home on the Rum River and life for me entails one step after the other in this physical form, moving to wholeness. The lens I look through is influenced by my years as grief counselor, the artist journey of mixing water and paint on paper, studies in meditation and mindfulness, and my own unique life experiences of study, travel and exploration.
Since retiring from my role as grief counselor and no longer counseling individuals, I find that my reflections on the journey of a soul continue to be a way of service and might be helpful for those who are trying to navigate life with its many transitions and opportunities for transformation.
I walk this journey with my husband, Leo, our two adult children and 4 grandchildren. They keep it real and greatly increase my opportunities for laugh and play.
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