On Thanksgiving, I decided to spend my morning alone--walking in the woods and writing down the things I am grateful for onto the faces of leaves. I dropped them behind me as I covered the trail in that quiet pregnant sort of silence where the best thoughts come. At the crest of a hill, I paused on this bench in the cathedral of trees and sat there with my notebook and my full heart.
This time of my life is such a deep one...it is strange and surreal, uncertain and ripe with possibility. I found so many things to write down my thanks for, one of which was: I am thankful for not letting fear rule me any longer. I felt the truth of that statement in a way I never used to. I realized that although I am not sure where I am going, I don't feel the least bit lost.
Where are you today?