Neil Young’s harmonica instantly transports my brain into warm & fuzzy autumnal mode as I sit here and wait for my almond milk chai latte. Glancing out the sun streaked window I realize summer’s gone, and the chill sets in like an old friend coming to visit. Wherever I look lately I find myself seeking out warmth and comfort and stability. I feel like a flimsy plastic bag that’s taken flight in mid air. Not quite sure where I’ll land.
My mind wants to quickly label this feeling anxiety, although with deeper inspection that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I’m free falling, swirling high above the trees and suddenly plummeting down toward the sidewalk, and oddly not a bit scared. For the first time in my life I’m rolling with it.
Like an onion, another layer of protection is stripped away. Slowly I move closer to the core, the truth, and I like what I see. Quirky, imperfect honesty. A heart of gold. A strength wells within me as if I’ve tapped into a long forgotten reserve battery. It’s love. Love for me, exactly as I am.