...and now I'm back.
No idea how frequently I may post. Depending on my mood and the state of my arthritic hands and rotator cuff, probably not all that often.
But I'm feeling the urge to write in another venue besides Facebook (which I have no intention of leaving. Too many friends and family, classes, and important communities there. I feel there's a possibility that people are being chased off in order to break up those communities and the ability to communicate, and I don't intend to comply.)
I AM on Bluesky as of a month or two ago, but so far don't find it user friendly, and the fact that it has no privacy settings is...UNsettling. Nonetheless I am katequicksilver2@bluesky.social. (For my old Live Journal blog name!)
So...here I want to write honestly and courageously, perhaps, and even vulnerably. I'm too old to pussyfoot aroundI am. Again.
Some will be about my life, now and in the past. Some will be current. Some will be art. Some simply because I need to get it out.
A few years ago, Sonya Morgan of Morgansites and I redesigned my old website (she's a wonder, and it looks great.) When we did, I added this on the home page. I stand by it.
What makes sense to me now…
the coming of the morning * the hunger of birds * the pleasure of
observation * the turning of the seasons * the alertness of animals *
the sleeping landscape * the concept of rest * the promise of trees *
the warmth of the sun * the scent of rain * the gift of animals * the
presence of bedrock * the fertile earth * the promise of seeds * the
abundance of nature * the wheel of the year * the return of the sun *
the necessity of night * the need to create * the gift of compassion *
the sacred nature of the everyday * the warmth of friendship * the
essential nature of whimsy * the presence of The Other * the gift of
synchronicity * the importance of balance * the nourishment of
imagination * the importance of listening * the need for mystery and
unknowing * the ubiquitous nature of magic * the consequences of our
actions * the value of trust * the necessity of forgiveness * the
profound and mysterious gift of love
Entering a different stage of life…or finding my way into it,
exploring as I go…is at once deeply satisfying, challenging, and
slightly dangerous. I’ve been comfortable with my entrance into
cronehood for some time now, or if not quite comfortable then ready,
appreciative, curious. What next? Which path will I take? What deepening
inner landscape calls? My spirit hungers for this; it nourishes my
soul. I appreciate patina, experience, wabi-sabi, and even–dare I say
it?–a bit of wisdom gained.
It's a helluva time to be an empath, though, isn't it. I stand by my friends and family, and what I believe is right, now and always.
If you happen to wander over and find me, thank you. Hang around. We'll share a cup of tea and "a good chin wag."
https://cathyjohnson.info
