The Language of the Soul

Perhaps it’s the unwinding of memories as I declutter and organize, or the echoes of poet and philosopher David Whyte’s words echoeing in my mind from the podcast I listened to yesterday as I worked in the garage. Or, perhaps it’s simply that my focus turns inward as I sift through the outward markings of our life in this beautiful home…

Whatever the impetus, this morning was not meant for poetry. I awoke early, completed my morning puzzles (Wordle, Connections, The Mini) and embarked on the all-consuming quest for Spelling Bee Genius status. Barefoot, I made coffee, tidied the kitchen, and took Sir Beaumont for his morning saunter.

But as I sipped my latte, sitting at my desk, looking out at the river flowing past, responding to messages on my computer, the muse beckoned. I fell under her thrall. Words flowed in that space of limitless expansiveness. Two hours later, a poem was born. Heart unburdened, now it’s time to return to the task of decluttering.

Those two hours were not lost time in preparing our house for market. They were overflowing with soulful nourishment, soothing the edges of sadness as we leave this beloved home and our wonderful community here and fueling the excitement for our next adventure—into the mists of the known and unknown.

Life is an incredible journey when I listen to my heart, live with soul, and weave creativity into everything I do.

Namaste

7 thoughts on “The Language of the Soul

  1. i am in the midst of organizing and beginning the next chapter of my life, retirement and unknown adventures ahead and i have had so much self reflection and thoughts that have come about in the process. best to you

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    • And the best to you as well Beth! A friend asked me the other day (I think she was being a tad facetious 🙂 ) if I was having fun yet. I replied — I keep reminding myself this is all part of the adventure — the fun may have to wait a bit — though I did go to the landfill yesterday for the first time — now that was an adventure! The dump is a surreal monscapish territory! I sent a selfie to my daughters telling them that they may go pub crawling – I go dump crawling! 🙂 Sometimes I think I’m quite funny — they don’t tend to agree. 🙂

      and how lovely to know we are both on a similar adventure!

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