Life has a way of stirring things up sometimes. Shaking things up. See the dust swirling in the air? Along with the enthusiasm and anticipation, perhaps a little fear, heart-ache, and even some trepidation thrown into the mix? It's a little earthquake.
*** AN IMPORTANT FACT ABOUT EARTHQUAKES***
Survivors experience symptoms of PTSD
(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)
|Looking Down Sacramento Street, San Francisco, April 18, 1906. photograph taken by Arnold Genthe in San Francisco, California on the morning of April 18, 1906 in the wake of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.|
I have to say, I'm feeling rattled to the core. Or is it the after shocks, the after effects of a whirl- wind life event called moving?
I don't ever want to move again. I'd rather pluck my eyebrows, or drink cod liver oil, or walk on shards of cut glass sprinkled atop hot coals. (Okay, maybe I'm being a little dramatic). But the truth is, I really don't want to ever move again. I just want to grow roots into the soil of where I'm now planted and let them really soak up some kindred spirits and some bosom friends. And I don't want them to ever move away either.
With all my heart, I know we've done the right thing with this move. I know there are good people everywhere you go. And I know I'll make new friends soon. But for now, it's time to let the dust settle and do some inner re-building, re-arranging. "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can,....."
Lots and lots of big huge love.