And then you arrive....new frontiers....new climate.....new faces...new places, and the novelty maintains you for a while, until the adrenaline works its way through your veins, is metabolised and then flushed through and out your system.
What is left? It is your soul...that deep seeded ache that you realize is calling to you to pay it some attention. And we each tend to our needs in different ways. For me my soul screams for nature and creativity...and I'm fortunate that I've chosen a place full to the brim of both. And yet nurturing my soul is an active process. It is an attentive exercise. I need to remind myself that being with and around artists is part of my soul's maintenance regime...and that I have and will continue to give myself license to stoke these flames...to expose myself to as much of it as possible...because I feel full, filled after basking in the creative glow. My souls feels at peace once more.
Peace can be found throughout...almost like layers of rock formed throughout time...one layer is the struggle, another the understanding....and somewhere in the striations are the layers of peace and contentment. Together all the layers make a life, and they are not as stable or as strong without one another. Take away one layer and the rock collapses.
Here's to our layers. May they come in all colors, shapes and sizes, different thicknesses and densities...for having all these, we are whole.