Today, I had the blessing of being able to go to the Ballroom, take my shoes off and close the door. I don't think I have EVER been as grateful for the yellow ceiling, the plants, the hardwood floor, the red couch, as I am today.
For the first time since the moment I got out of the plane two days ago (literally the moment I got out of the plane) I have been feeling as though there is room for me, for my thoughts, my ways of being with the information, too.
With my bare feet on this 110 year old floor, I felt some calm, some sense of silent perspective. Some sense of trust.
I have made phone calls, read emails, answered a few - even with "let me get back to you next week, please."
I have had some really good chocolate (Elisabeth, what have you done??)
I feel a little more sane.
Feeling a little more sane is allowing me to have conversations around: "Ok, how do we continue our work when the rules have changed? How do we "gather" people when we can't do it in the Ballroom? How do we still send out some sunshine, some reminders to breathe and notice the Gifts? What are our resources and how do we use them?
And gently, the answers came.
Which is a darn good thing because for a minute there, I was pretty lost.
So all this to say: go into the woods, to a beach, in your happy place, on a drive with no plans. Take your shoes off if you can.
Get back to YOU. Because only from that place, can we connect with our intuition, our guide, our knowing and even our Levity.
SCARED OF THE SACRED