Every few years, it happens. All the experience, the learning, and the events reach a pinnacle of change where life itself needs to be processed, digested, and reinvented into the new being, the new me.
Some people do this once or twice a lifetime. They sit back, reflect and redefine. They always seem to know who they are. They know their goals and they stride forth confidently into the future. If you are such a person, I envy you.
Some of us never seem to settle on who we are, what we like and where we’re going. We go and we go and then we cocoon. We each become a human chrysalis. For a while, we withdraw into our burrow, our tower, the safety of what is.
We reprioritize, reassess, and launch. We unfold our wings, once again, confident for a while of who we are and what our purpose is.
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The Bengals have approved the new agendas, though they have a lot to say about the changes taking place (Cat Convo Fridays).
The Hill meanders once again through the space/time continuum.
Monday Mythology and Wednesday Writing will remain. Tuesdays and Thursdays can take us anywhere or may take us back to reposts of old favorites.
There will also be attempts to photograph pictures that tie in far better with metaphors used. Two weeks from now, the focus (pun intended) will be on butterflies and cocoons (better late than never).
Loki, Kuri and Hiyu say they will always fill in, if I don’t have an appropriate picture. The race is on.
As always, I love to hear from you. Send me your comments, let me know of great places to meander, what rabbit holes would be a delight to drop into, and the best adventures to be undertaken.
~lisa
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