Reflections from a midlife journey
A cry for love
I went into last month feeling heavy and burdened. After taking on a lot of new things over the summer, I felt like I just wanted a month off. I was feeling squeezed, constrained, and lifeless. Some things that started from a place of joy no longer felt that way. I couldn’t remember why I was doing them; only that I should. I began looking around desperately for anything that would make it all—make me—feel better.
The gift of time
As I sat against a tree, what rose up in me was my concern over time. “There’s never enough of time. Time is running out. How can I get more time?” are some of the fears my lizard brain plays on repeat. What specifically welled up in me was my fear about time where my husband Todd is concerned.
Living at the edge
I recently returned from spending eight days in the forest, embarking on a new adventure. I’m spending the next six months training to become a certified forest therapy guide. “A certified forest what?!?!,” you may be saying to yourself. Trust me, no one was more surprised than me that this was something I felt drawn to do.