Mixing Bowls

Last night I dreamed that I was trapped within a matrix of mixing bowls.  They weren't exactly real mixing bowls...just configured like they stack, one inside of the other.  Whatever this meant, I haven't yet figured through it and I don't know if I care enough to try.  Then... another night prior to dropping off, I was overwhelmed with feelings of anguish and uncertainty.  My toes were clenched, my fingers were in fists and I was completely wound up like a spring.  I know where this comes from.

Transition.  Change.  Making decisions that impact every aspect of my life.  This isn't something all that new. It happens to all of us at different times and in varying degrees.  The culprit?  Where do I begin?  or end and does it really matter? What does matter to me is that I unclench and relax... laugh; embracing each moment as if it is the perfect opportunity of a lifetime.  Let's just say that I can do that, then what?

I think what happens after that doesn't matter anymore... the thing that is most important is accepting and loving each little tidbit to be the best... no slipping into the darkness of fear's embrace or frustration's conspiratorial  grasp.  There's a dozen birds on the feeders outside the window.  The weather is calling for planting and there's not even a moment to waste on anything but pure unadulterated joy.  Get to it!