I'm in Barcelona for an incredible (and surprisingly much needed) staff retreat.
Yesterday I walked along and in Mediterranean (is that spelled right?) waters with the warm spring wind and Steven Delopolous in my ears. I
And yesterday I was listening to a song I have listened to so many times, but it took on new meaning.
Knowledge is the season for knowing when and why...balances and reason keep me from the fire. And every time I'm placed, within the perfect role...people come and go, people come and go...
Fire can be friendly, raising perfect pain. Burning off tomorrow..and yesterday the same. To
always be so weak, and never want to know you know we come and go, we come and then we go.
Of course I always thought about the going...but now I realize the exquisite beauty in the season of coming...even the fire and the pain are truly divine and full and rich.
Now it just feels safe and secure and surrounded. I am in a place of rest and inspiration.
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