Friday, January 29, 2010

What rises up...

I woke up early this morning, feeling out-of-sorts; restless, hungry -- what my first husband used to call "Wandery."

So this curious image -- shot after the fog with the two from yesterday -- speaks to that state: something in me has lost contact with that which normally keeps me afloat, and so I am awkwardly airborne, yet tethered; straining at the leash yet clinging to it; aware of a lot of darkness below yet determined to rise above it, to stay in the light.

And my wrist is telling me it just doesn't want to type today.

So perhaps I won't spend the day as planned -- pinned to the computer, installing my new copy of Photoshop. Perhaps instead I'll listen to that wandering spirit, and follow where it leads; step away from all the shoulds piled up on my desk and just breathe. Something tells me I need to be still, and listen for a bit to what's stirring in the wind...

3 comments:

Maureen said...

You deserve the time for yourself. Thinking of you.

M.L. Gallagher said...

Sometimes, the greatest gift I can give myself is to listen to that voice calling me away from my shoulds into my where ever the wind will stir me.

Blessings on your day of adventure, quiet and stillness.

Joyce Wycoff said...

Diane ... I hope the wind stirred fresh energy and new vision onto your path. Good for you for following your inner voice.