Eight hundred years is a long time ago… and I feel like I’ve just been magically transported through that much time. Twice.
It’s been quite the trip!
I seem to be coughing more than sleeping. No fever. Covid tests negative. And allergies to most of the stuff you’d take if you were coughing.
Somehow, I’m making my way back to – well – normal. Or, perhaps, familiar would be a better word.
Except that it doesn’t feel that way.
Instead, it feels louder than usual.
MSNBC. Harp music. Chainsaws. Madam Secretary. And, of course, dreams.
(With a pause for a reminder that my very strong neuro-linguistic processing backup is auditory-digital!)
For clarification, the chainsaws are the aftermath of a recent storm.
The rest of it could all be lumped in the category of shifting filters.
It’s not necessarily an easy adventure.
It does feel a whole lot safer than it has in the past. You see, my map of reality has become clear and conscious.
Chosen, even. Intentionally.
And, the process is being helped along by externalizing it. By literally taking scraps of paper and a glue stick and a helpful question or two and creating a visual map of reality.
Which, in a world that often feels like Atlanta rush hour traffic, is really empowering!
Here’s the big news!
We don’t just get one map for all times and all challenges. We get to edit the map as we grow and learn and change!
And, no… this isn’t the way my 7th grade geography teacher explained it!
And, yes… it’s kind of scary.
What’s even scarier, at least for me, is the all too prevalent notion that there’s a right way to see everything and somebody gets to tell us what that is.
So, as the laundry machines spin on and I swig seeming gallons of hot ginger tea, I’m practicing my choosing.
Here’s a clue…
ps… are you ready to get intentional about choosing??? I can help! The first move is yours… take the risk of claiming your version of Buechner’s place where your deep joy and the world’s deep longing meet. Then, let the calendar elves hook you up with 45 minutes. My gift. Let’s cause some good trouble!