I love this metaphor. I am also in the hallways of life, trying (and lately failing) to establish roots in a new place while still having my belongings boxed up in storage in the old. But the hallways are where we get to choose which room to enter while admiring the artwork, the photos, the views along the way.
Establishing roots. Oh Samantha, it does take time, doesn't it? There's another German word- Entwurzelung - the de- rooting. It's hard on plants and it's hard on people too. There's a period of not thriving before thriving begins. I hope the thriving starts for you soon 🧡
This is such a rich metaphor, Diana. I feel that all of us are living in a hallway right now, as the world is transforming into something that it hasn't yet been (at least, not in the lifetimes of any of us currently alive). Being in my early 60s has me feeling in a corridor, too. Yeah, I cannot manage change the way I could 12 years ago, either. I feel myself walking from middle age to old. And yet, even in the hallway, we are still alive, this is life, too. I try to remember that every day. Thank you for the invitation to sit with all of this for a few minutes this morning.
Thank you Rita. Keeping up with our own lives' events is challenging enough. The world is spinning in ways that let us know our focus has to be here, now, I'm front of us. The hallway is safe. Lit. Warm. The way will show itself. Of this I am sure. 🧡
Ah, the Bardo, and in your words, the liminal hallway of in-between. I feel you. I am you. Another season of change, another leap of faith, another chance to fall in love, all peppered with optimism, sprinkled with “what the fuck are we doing,” and then the question, “why not.”
Beautiful writing my friend, my multi-hyphenate creative wonder. 💕
Your gift of writing has spoken to me this morning as I read your post. You have made me aware of possibilities and cleaned up my awareness to them through your words. Thank you.
I love this metaphor. I am also in the hallways of life, trying (and lately failing) to establish roots in a new place while still having my belongings boxed up in storage in the old. But the hallways are where we get to choose which room to enter while admiring the artwork, the photos, the views along the way.
Establishing roots. Oh Samantha, it does take time, doesn't it? There's another German word- Entwurzelung - the de- rooting. It's hard on plants and it's hard on people too. There's a period of not thriving before thriving begins. I hope the thriving starts for you soon 🧡
That is so kind, Diana, thank you!
This is such a rich metaphor, Diana. I feel that all of us are living in a hallway right now, as the world is transforming into something that it hasn't yet been (at least, not in the lifetimes of any of us currently alive). Being in my early 60s has me feeling in a corridor, too. Yeah, I cannot manage change the way I could 12 years ago, either. I feel myself walking from middle age to old. And yet, even in the hallway, we are still alive, this is life, too. I try to remember that every day. Thank you for the invitation to sit with all of this for a few minutes this morning.
Thank you Rita. Keeping up with our own lives' events is challenging enough. The world is spinning in ways that let us know our focus has to be here, now, I'm front of us. The hallway is safe. Lit. Warm. The way will show itself. Of this I am sure. 🧡
I loved seeing your home in PA, that is super cute, I could totally live in that place. :)
We loved that house. It had lath and plaster walls - no drywall. And a huge fireplace.
I love it too - such a gem!
Beautifully said. Hope to see you soon in Italy.
Arlene, we WILL make that happen. 🧡
Just beautiful 🥰
Thank you so much. 🧡
Ah, the Bardo, and in your words, the liminal hallway of in-between. I feel you. I am you. Another season of change, another leap of faith, another chance to fall in love, all peppered with optimism, sprinkled with “what the fuck are we doing,” and then the question, “why not.”
Beautiful writing my friend, my multi-hyphenate creative wonder. 💕
We have to talk girlfriend. Soon soon soon. 🧡🧡🧡
Yes please.. 🩵
Beautiful, my friend!
Thank you Andrea 🧡
Your gift of writing has spoken to me this morning as I read your post. You have made me aware of possibilities and cleaned up my awareness to them through your words. Thank you.
Gayle, I'm so happy it resonated. Thank you for telling me. 🧡