I thrive on taking flight.
I like to forge new ground and create new ways-
Be it across the world
or simply in the studio or kitchen
over a paint palette
or a cook pot.
But there comes a time when flight needs to land.
Sometimes that can be difficult;
taking off is full of anticipation and excitement.
Soaring is full of doing and experiencing.
Landing…..well landing is full of finality, and coming down and
<gulp> sometimes even-
if not just the potential-
I’ve been in flight-
and am now coming to land.
Thanks to my community of kindred spirits
and the close counsel of a dear few
and the intensive wisdom and perspective of a certain one
<note: the photo above…I do not post my hair looking like a spider on my head easily…>
I do not crash.
If left to my own vices
I certainly would run the risk.
But that’s part of what I’ve learned in these amazing two years in Australia;
the people you surround yourself with,
make a life
I return stateside in two weeks-
With a whole new set of wings.