The end of the first 'week' of school. In truth, only three days, but it feels like months, in some ways...very positive ways.
It is also the segway from the end of an era into the beginning of a new one...a new life, for me...a new..........existence. Frame of existence, I think.
And that is how it feels: like a stream that lead where I was not entirely expecting, but had dreamed of once, that now turns into a river & I am preparing for the sound of the widening of waterfall in front of me & the innevitable, endless path that leads all water eventually, back to & into the sea.
I am....full. And filling. And opening, expanding. All of it....and I am, indeed, becoming like 'water' it seems to me. A joyous water. Hah! What a thought.
I...
If you believe in fate, as many do (while I have always protested against, but secretly, inwardly rebelled & hoped & reacted at the thoughts of 'signs' & roads & paths & such, feeling or afraid that they must be true), you could not now deny that I was meant to be here, where I am, now at this exact moment, were you to have been here now & the lats 2 months. I did not know it til now. But...
I was given a table. Massage tables are very expensive. I was given one. For free. WITH an extra face cradle & arm rest (extra often-sought accessories that all add to the cost). AND I was given a tub with 'sheets,' she said. What I did not know was that I was given THE perfect table-- top of the line, best quality-- and the one I would have chosen for myself, were my funds limitless. Even the color was the one I wanted. And the bin of sheets? Every possible supply I could want. Perfect. The very best.
For free.
Every separate thing that has happened here so far builds things up & up, reassuring where I am til it's so natural that I almost don't even truly NOTICE all of what is so serendipitously going on...because it feels so natural, as though it had always been a part of me. And around me. This was my world.
Like the feel of a Samurai sword or bow & arrows always did...but more all encompassing.
...and it keeps growing.
Yes. Like the river.
.....(and it is only the end of the first 3 days). Hah.
...I didn't even want the weekend to come. :)
