THE DOWNS

We’re so used to running from discomfort,

and we’re so predictable. If we don’t like it,

we strike out at someone or beat up on ourselves.

We want to have security and certainty of some

kind when actually we have no ground to stand

on at all. (When Things Fall Apart, Pema Chodron)

In the excitement of realizing what seemed like so many dreams at once, I did not think much of what was to come, so I felt no fear. Continue reading

TRANSITION

Neither here nor there. Madrid is empty, winding down. Salies is empty, awaiting. Everything is in between. This is to be lived. Writing is not possible. I observe. People come, things leave, spaces regain their rightfulness, cycles close. I am ready. Three days to go, the countdown begins. This Blog will await me in France when my regular computer arrives and normality once again allows the mind to settle and create. Till then, au revoir, hasta luego, Thank you for checking in. Brianda