For some reason, I was obsessed with the light yesterday morning. I think it has something to do with the brilliance of being home, of slowing down, of being more than doing.
The past 6+ weeks have rolled me, lifted me up and dragged me down. I like to think that, not only did I “survive” but I “thrived”. Compared to the me of even 5 years ago, this is true. These weeks rolled me, but as my therapist said, “Justine – you seem good. You’re just rolling with the punches”.
Yes – I am good. And I have rolled with the punches. I found a ~flow~
And now that I’m out of that ring, the boxing match that was the solar eclipse and the grand cardinal cross are finally over, I am here, in my little apartment – looking for the light. And basking in it.