As I come close to reaching my one thousandth post, which will presumably come well before my ten year anniversary on August 8 (we cannot assume much of anything these days, can we?), I feel a great deal of satisfaction -- despite the fact that I have so few readers. Perhaps because I have so few readers! Whoever you are, you are beautiful and very precious to me, like family.
There's not much more I can say today. To some extent, things are a muddle. One or two things I was completely clear about a few days ago have become utterly unclear. The anxiety I feel to "move on" and start anew is balanced out today with an equal dose of complete emptiness within. But not in a negative way. It's just like Monday's powerful new moon stripped me of everything both limiting and lifesaving, and I am just a vessel, in the two senses of the word -- a container (like a vase) and a boat. I'm both filled with water, and bobbing on the water, the powerful amniotic waters of the Goddess, and for this one wonderful moment, the waters within me and outside of me are utterly balanced. I am where I am. I am who I am. It is OK. It is enough. If it took nine hundred and ninety-some-odd posts to get to this point, I am thankful. And if along the way, even a few other people resonated with the themes of this blog, I'm even more thankful.
My very first post (in 2015) was called "Transition", and I've already used the title "Home", so my one thousandth will be called, "Arrival".
