I am excited about this. Not everything is simple, but in the middle of it all is a feeling that is. A feeling which, I’ve found–when I’ve had some courage and commitment to listen to it in my life– has brought me to the brightest places. Uncanny conversations, relevant exchanges, revolutions of friendship and creative adventure, answers, treasures, remedies and the very best surprises seem to come with more ease when I have some willingness to follow an interior sense of home. This is a feeling like joy, like recognizing something new that looks somehow familiar; like part of my own story that I remember with affection. Like I remember where I come from, sometimes I remember where I’m going.
To be sure, it is work sometimes to follow, let alone hear, this internal sense of direction. But I keep trying, and sometimes, the directions are louder than others. Like now. Like with this event Dan and I are making with and for our friends (those known, and yet-unknown : )). It’s a good challenge to bring it into being, but in the middle of it all it is a deep happiness… a feeling of yes and joy and of-course, that makes me feel like it is the nicest idea in the world for us to gather people ’round to listen to and be delighted by each other.
