I think I’ve just come through one of those periods in life I’ll call a “winter.” How timely that my personal “spring” has sprung just in time for the 70-degree weather. Fabulous.
It was, in some ways, an excruciating week. I’m not sure why, exactly. But unmistakably I have emerged feeling fresh and renewed. Yippee. The rewards of some emotional heavy lifting, I presume.
In tandem with all of this, I began reading The Celestine Prophecy today. It was calling from my shelf, where it’s been sitting for nearly a year. Already I’m absorbed. Already I’m intrigued by why it was beckoning me at exactly this time.
I’ll know soon enough.