The Adventure Continues…
Words With Intention
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re doing something.” -Neil Gaiman
A year ago if you would have told me I’d be ringing in the new year away from my family and home in Michigan, I would have laughed. Impossible. Improbable. My roots were sunk deep into the property where I raised two sons. Sure I enjoy traveling like the next person, but I had no desire to leave my home-base on the hill permanently. I did not expect to be in southern Texas on December 31, 2018!
At the beginning of 2018, I participated in an activity many individuals in the coaching whelm do. I chose a word to set an intention for the upcoming year. My word was graceful. What ever I was to experience, do and participate in, I would do it gracefully.
Yeah. Right. Me? I most certainly was not graceful in 2018. Anyone reading this blog knows I stumbled, swore too much and behaved grace-less-ly. Looking back, my word should have been disconnect. I have disconnected from all that I knew as common. I placed Elements For A Healthier Life Magazine and my virtual assistant ventures on hiatus. I sold my home and provided the garbageman with too many heavy trash cans every Wednesday morning for six to eight weeks. I did not go home for the holidays like I initially anticipated. Pretty much anything from my past has been disconnected from my today.
Ironically, I will declare my intention word for 2019 in an hour when I attend a mastermind group phone call with three other business-minded women. I’m still at a loss for what my word will be. What intention do I want to set?
“Intention is the starting point of every dream. It is the creative power that fulfills all of our needs, whether for money, relationships, spiritual awakening, or love. – Deepak Chopra, M.D.
Survive, or thrive?
Disconnect, or create?
Anticipate, or faith?
The list of possibilities are endless. Maybe if I revisit where I’ve been for the past couple of weeks, that’ll help me decide.
The last campground I stayed at had steep, rocky trails. I was curious to see the Crystal Cave high in the hills, and see how far I could jump from rock to rock across the river without getting wet. At this campground I am alertly curious to know if what I saw was a set of alligator eyes barely cresting above the surface of the lake headed in my direction (yes, mom, I was on shore and a safe distance away).
I don’t have an itinerary, so I am curious to see where I land next. I expected to be in New Mexico by this time, but for some reason I am now traveling east. Based on the amount of snow that’s fallen in New Mexico I’d say I made the right decision.
I admit, it is odd for this Michigander to read the programmable road condition warning signs flashing the statement, “WARNING! WATER ON INTERSTATE AHEAD”. Flooding is not a common occurrence where I resided. I really should not have giggled when a store clerk told me that their schools close due to flooded road, not snow like I’m accustom. It is wild to watch a vehicle drive through a river flowing across the top of a road. I am not curious enough to see what it looks like when the water reaches the five foot mark on the measurement sign sticking out of the ditch. The forecast is for this region to receive over two and a half inches of rain in less than twenty-four hours on an already soggy ground. Good thing I purchased groceries yesterday and don’t have to be anywhere. I’m curious to see if I’ll sit at my table, write and watch the muddy lake level raise, or if I’ll hike in the rain and watch the creeks along the path turn into rivers.
If you picked a word for 2019, what is the word inspiring you for the upcoming year?
Happy New Years, my friend.
On my walks..
My time at Garner State Park was pivotal. It didn’t take me long to notice all the hearts I was finding on each walk around the campground and on the hiking trails. It was if the Universe, Spirit, God and/or family members no longer on this side of the veil were making sure I knew love is all around me. I’m not alone. I am loved.
So now I get it.
For Pete’s sakes, Cynthia, allow yourself to witness the abounding love surrounding you!
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