There are times in life when you find yourself lucky. The Lady lays down a dare just to see if you are clever enough to take it.
I had that moment in late Spring, a little suggestion, a thread, Luck whispering “right here”. It was a moment to slip entirely out of one life and into another. It felt like finding a hidden door in the hedge in the back of the garden–it had that kind of magic.
In a few short days, the beast, one medium-sized black dog and I found ourselves under new skies. We traded the dense, wet fir forests and marine blue for big horizon lines and the sharp smell of sage and dust. The green is different here. Open. You can see under the trees and your eye has room. When it rains the air is thick with juniper and pine… it’s a fair trade for moss and salt.
Just after the inauguration I stopped writing, not from a lack of words exactly just a preponderance of very loud ones. I felt more than ever that time was short. That dreams tucked away for later, for sometime, were more insistent. And sometimes, when you lay those dreams out, bring them forward for the universe to see, Lady Luck shows up.
I wanted this new place. The space here, the room to think and to breathe differently. Dared to pick everything up and start over. It’s a quieter life, deliberately of course, but it’s not an escape–the world is still there with all of it’s complexity and joy and challenge. Instead it’s a place to draw strength from, to be rooted in. Such things make good work and good lives possible. It’s new still, but summer’s done and fall came quickly, cold and crisp in the morning, and I can’t wait to see what’s next. Lucky.