Spirit guided pathways
With the deep summer of July comes a full-bodied feeling of aliveness. The bugs in my ears, the stickiness of sweat on my skin, pesky flies, cold showers, sleeping naked, rejoicing in a billowing window breeze.
I am home after a long weekend in Maryland and Pittsburgh with my two closest and longest friends, who are more like siblings. Time slowed, and my gratitude for them multiplied tenfold.
They’ve been around for over ten years and truly act as markers — mirrors — of how much I’ve (we’ve) grown, of how much I’ve learned to let love into my heart.
I was reflecting with Emma and Kara about how long we’ve known each other, how far we’ve all come, how beautiful life is now. And it’s true — I have a life now that the version of me 10+ years ago would be shocked by. A cultivation of peace, ease, joy, and spirit-guided moments fill my days in a way I wouldn’t have dared to dream about.