Journal entry 5/02/12: Today I feel the pull. The gentle tug to return to some things before I get too far from them again. It’s easier to return to the shore when I keep it in sight. Easier to return to vital things, life giving things. Meditation, playfulness, writing, running, nature, my animals.
Recently I willfully lost sight of the shore of my old working life to venture into open, foreign waters for a new experience in career: teaching; an integral part of what I now know to be my life’s work. A necessary venture into uncharted territory.
The shore I do not wish to lose sight of is the shore of what feeds my soul. I am free to ebb and flow from this shore, but to lose sight of it again means inevitable struggle and possible drowning.
I feel the gentle tug back to the shore of meditation, my animal teachers, nature, sweat and movement.
To intentionally lost sight of the shore of career doesn’t mean to lose sight of the shore of self and all that nurtures her. But can they become one again? Have they ever been one? I think not.
I am in search of the shore where career and self can both be found. Where they become inseparable.
I feel the undercurrent pulling me back to this shore, to mesh career and self for the first time in this life. Can this symbolic shore be taken with me when I venture again into the unknown? Again and again? I must find a way to do so.