Week Ten The spring horizon teases at the edges of our consciousness,
Even as the world outside is closed and dark.
It's coming.
The Rhythm of Life The quote this week comes from a beautiful book called The Craftsman's Legacy by Eric Schorsch.
Let's get into it.
One of my sons lives here on the compound with me.
He and his dog have resided here for a couple of years now,
Having moved down from Michigan to take a job on an organic farm here in Kentucky.
It's a delight.
If I could,
If it could be supported and accepted in the world,
I would have all four of them here,
Living in adjoining properties and sharing meals regularly,
Conversations and chores.
This one son who is here has taught me so much,
Just by presence.
In journaling this morning,
It hit me that he's given me something that my own parents couldn't in raising me.
Now this isn't about a fault of my parents.
They did a beautiful job.
It's about the wonder of following your life's trajectory and seeing it unfold in just the way it's meant to and realizing not blame,
Shame,
Or fault,
But wonder and delight at each step you've taken and each growth point you can realize.
This son of mine is a very sensitive soul,
A deep internal being.
I think were the world able to support it,
He would do nothing.
Now that too is not a slam,
Not an accusation.
It's a resonance.
He lives closer to the soil,
To the energetic vibration of something bigger than ambition in ways I ridiculously admire.
As I said in journaling this morning,
It occurred to me,
He is what I am and have always wanted to be,
But convention of my family of origin,
My time on the planet,
And the systems as they run didn't offer me that opportunity in quite the same way.
And my own sensitivities had me rejecting or ignoring that better part of myself for the first five decades,
Six decades of my life.
But I can see how adjustments over the course of this life of mine have led me to this place where having this son,
His presence and the energetic influence of that presence has opened me to this reality,
Slowly even adjusted me to this reality,
So that that deep ambition that I lived in thinking I was making my parents proud or living out the proper course,
So that ambition became a completely different embodiment.
This past year,
As I said,
2025 was a nine year in numerology,
That of closing and finishing a nine year cycle,
And then entering now into this one year,
Beginning anew.
I'm curiously exploring the idea that it's,
For me anyway,
Not a practical,
Tangible,
Cyclical change,
But an energetic one.
Where in the past,
This fallow time of winter would have me,
Well,
I call it anticipation anxiety.
It would have me in that anticipation anxiety,
Feeling I had to invent something,
I had to be doing something.
And that the quiet,
The ambiguous space of fallow time was wasted if I weren't.
Even as I say these things,
I can feel it in my mind.
That is where it exists,
Where it has existed in this processing unit of the mind,
But not in my heart or my gut.
They know better.
This year,
These last few weeks,
As the change has turned from a nine to a one year,
And I'm still sloughing off the debris,
While also walking into this one renewal,
I'm feeling it all in my gut,
In my heart.
This fallow time is a blessing.
I'm not sitting still.
I'm not not doing.
But it's a whole different concept.
I'm not doing to perform or receive acknowledgement.
I'm doing because it's a response to that internal.
I'm not giving it quite the right words.
I'm not sure I can even give it the right words because it is so sensorial.
It has nothing to do with the mind or with the world of human convention.
This is amazing to me.
Now I think it only comes to us when we're ready.
This seemingly,
Hopefully,
Higher understanding of living.
And my son seems to be getting it,
If you will,
In his 30s.
And I'm getting it as I broach the crest of 60.
Sure,
A little wistfulness would beg that I could have had it back in my 30s,
But that wouldn't have worked.
I'm here now in wonder,
Appreciating and picking up that brush.
So today's quote.
Take this to your contemplation all week long.
Bring it to that gut space,
That intuition,
Divine nudge space,
And see where it sits for you.
From a craftsman's legacy,
Eric Georges.
I'm certain I'm saying his name incorrectly.
With age,
We often close ranks in one way or another and making our mark becomes less about yelling loudly and more like speaking carefully.
You need to slow down the speed in yourself.
This to me,
These words,
This quote,
Are the words I would choose to put together this sensation I'm going through.
I'm living in and realizing.
We get to.
Here we are.
Keep going.
Awaken creative.
Today.
