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  moving 

1. arousing or touching the emotions

2. changing or capable of changing position

3. causing motion

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Movement is the one consistent element within my life right now. Every development,  person,  circumstance all circle around the form of moving. Nothing is stagnant or complacent. Everything is winding. 

The hardest struggle is that I am sitting in the eye of the storm. In a groundhog grey. To my left  I see the movement starting, twisting & pulling. I see the paths/doors unfolding to my right - the sun slowly being allowed to illuminate them. But here I sit in the middle, a place of rest. A four week time out where I am suppose to ignore all the things outside, and to focus on what is within my reach.

The outcome is to be determined. Hunkering down and pushing through I know I am capable of. Ignoring the dozens of elephants that have taken residence in the room, not a strength. Not somewhere I feel comfortable. I feel itchy within my own skin. Off kilter.  Constantly preoccupied. And alone here. 

In theory, this could all seem good. This is an excellent concept, closing your eyes and  taking time to calm the mind. In reality - a place that does not sit well with me, faking a middle ground. Living in this place  while my mind is clearly there, there and there.

Remembering that there are worse places to be. Harder lives to be living. That even though the future is swirling & whirling around me, it is only moving positive things. All that is circulating is goodness. For this I must feel fortunate & lucky.