One year and ten months ago I landed on a beautiful island. I was supported and blessed by Spirit to be there. It’s a magical place. Being there allowed me to recover from life, know myself in a new way and begin to get caught up with things that were weighing heavy on my mind.

Note: “recover from life” is normally called a vacation, but since I hadn’t taken a real vacation in almost 20 years, I was a bit over due and it showed. Isle of Palms was my vacation.

A few months ago, as I was drinking my morning brew on my porch shaded by huge old sacred trees, I received a very clear message - the peace and quiet I had been afforded would soon be over and life would move faster than ever before. I brushed the message away and went on enjoying the fragrance of my java, the chirping of the birds and the rshhh” of the waves.

As always, I should have listened to the message. One day, life went to warp speed without notice… well, there was that earthquake…many of you have noted a similar experience. In order to help my alignment with this change, I moved yesterday – to the mainland. It is three months earlier than I planned or was ready for. You know the saying about plans…

For your information, Mother Earth and this energy isn’t going to slow down. I have encouraged you all to find your pace with it and not try to match it. Even this Speed Queen is finding this tempo challenging. Keep breathing and hang on. We will settle into a new rhythm – sometime soon. We are adaptable. Change is constant.

This morning, I sit among boxes, cleaning supplies and furniture with my computer balanced on my lap. I write with only one cup of coffee because the larder was almost empty and I forgot to pack the 5 pounds lovingly stashed in the fridge back on the island. However, it is enough java juice to get this bruised, sore body moving and to have brainpower to coherently string words together – I hope. I’m also laughing at writing in the midst of chaos and the joy of being in this stage of the move.

This brings to mind the question that comes with every change, “What have I learned?” With this move, I’ve learned the depth of gracious and generous friends. I’ve learned that I am not as physically strong as I used to be and want to be again. I continue to be reminded adventure waits in every moment - when I relax into it. I have gotten to practice asking for what I want and receiving. I’ve learned, once again, that I always receive more than I am consciously aware of wanting.

And, I’ve experienced over and over, love is all there is. Every time I meet an uncomfortable experience with love, love is returned. It may not come directly from the person or situation it was sent to. It may not come back in my timing. Yet, it does always come back. And comes back in the most amazing ways.

I didn’t used to believe this. I do now. For most of us, love is a practice. We are healing many lifetimes of hurt. In that, we don’t come by love in all its many forms naturally. We are re-learning to recognize love and how to give and receive love. It’s often hard for us. We fight it. We desperately want it. We cuss at it when it is there and when it isn’t. We don’t trust it when we’re in the middle of it. When we finally surrender and allow ourselves to experience love, we are filled with joy and gratitude, surprise and peace.

Today, I practice love by organizing my new home with laughter and music – when I can find the right cords. I stand in love by thanking all of you for your patience with my move and your continuing love, growth and being.

Blessings and gratitude,

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