If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell


It has been a restless night.  Is it the storm outside?  The backache I’ve been working around all week?  My experiences and thoughts during the day?


At 4:00 I give up trying to sleep, get coffee and my notebook, and begin writing to the rhythm of rain and wind.

Is my body reacting to Jazzercise, the humidity, what I’ve been eating, my age?  I’ve been adjusting and assessing.

Hold your shoulders back, my mother would say.  My rounded shoulders are becoming more pronounced with age.  This morning I wonder if it’s my heart I’m protecting.

Spring semester begins this week.  Last semester ended the first week of December.  Yesterday morning during new intern orientation, I realize how much I’ve missed the routine.  A month of introspection and rest were welcome, but I need meaningful work in my life.

It’s January, Laura, named for Janus, the two-faced god looking to the future and past, a god of beginnings and transitions, of gates, doors, doorways, endings and time.

Well that makes sense.



Comments on: "Transitions" (4)

  1. Well…our life is full of transisitions… everyday…every moment.. a change awaits u..

  2. Getting back into a routine is good, but this time of year does indeed give us the opportunity to bring in some newness and change. I like your sense of having balance in your life.

  3. Good reminders in here….. thanks for sharing!

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