I woke up a couple mornings ago in a lupus flare. The telltale sign is that redness on my cheeks. No, it’s not sunburn. I’m a ginger, we use spf70 like lotion. I haven’t had a big one for over a year. I thought I was just tired from riding Fruita, or driving for 3 days with an aging dog, or not sleeping In my own bed for 3 weeks, or anxiety from the Autumn transit. Oh yeah, the Autumn transit.  Like Vienne in Chocolat who travels with the North wind.

Seems to be a thing with me, I literally posted about it a year ago. Hoped I had stopped the cycle last year but the universe had other plans, as it often does. On the plus side, I’ve made some great friends in Vegas and as I mentioned a couple months ago, rejection creates redirection and some doors close so better can open. I was right that my intuition felt something off about the job I was hired for here. But the new position not only allows me to see my family more, I’m also able to move back to Colorado, and it creates large amounts of time to do those bucket list things. Win-win!

As I finish packing my things (Albeit fewer of them, can I TELL you how good down sizing feels?)* I contemplate the essence of things and home and space. If you think about it, things are physical bits of time travel. Some of us even have collections where we can pinpoint the time of that memory. I collect paperweights. Though if I were smarter I would have collected magnets. I still validate that home is where your favorite person or people are. And when you have a secure home base, you tend to feel infinite and can accomplish anything because your people are behind you even if you fall. Granted, sometimes your people can’t show up for you because they struggle to show up for themselves, but that’s an essay for another day.

But the building itself, is just a space. As I’ve had many moves in the last 7 years, one learns to recognize that that although you may have a favorite space, mine was the Brookfield house, space is really just a place to store those physical memories. As you move them about with each transition it forces you to ruminate and sometimes let go, or recognize where you still need work, or revel in how far you’ve grown, or how much you’ve seen and experienced. And most times a smile spills across your lips because everything was good once and if you’re lucky it sticks. As always thank you to those joining me on my journey. May my life, touch your life, always for the better.

* said in the voice of Chandler Bing