I can’t patrol or control anything but my very own little space. Where I imagine and find solitude however I can. Where I can think and be grateful, to create and contemplate on how to be positive and contribute to our collective conscious. By providing pretty little pictures and personal feelings for free.
However, lately I’ve been feeling a bit weary so I’m just going to put my feet up right there and relax. So I can meditate on Carl Jung and hear the meaning of what he said:
“My soul, my soul, where are you? Do you hear me? I speak, I call you – are you there? I have returned, I am here again. I have shaken the dust of all the lands from my feet, and I have come to you, I am with you. After long years of long wandering I have come to you again.”
So sure, the journey began when I left Seattle but living on our sailboat in Lignano Sabbiadoro, after so many experiences left me spent; this is where I began to live another kind of life. My imagination opened up, nature created surround sound and my soul spoke to me inside such solitude. It’s good to go there, to listen and embrace this little space.
Once again, the right time, and season and in this heat, to put my feet up and enjoy the cycles of life.