I have been romanced by novelty lately. Everyday, flowers marked with change, exploration, and the sure sense of flow show up on my doorstep. In candlelight, we feast on curiosity and toast to the absence of normalcy. My journey is made anew, and I am falling more in love with each passing moment.
Nothing is the same in this new town- well, besides my love for chocolate chip cookies and the unnecessary amount of time it takes to blow dry my hair. But, other than that, I'm in a constant state of discovery. I've discovered a new lullaby of the train passing out my window, comfort in the voice of a new friend, a fresh feeling of air as I step outside on unfamiliar paths. I've discovered the energy I receive in exploring the uncertain. I've discovered a lack of need to attach myself to expectation. And, the most important treasure yet, I've discovered my Spirit has known all along exactly where to lead me in this journey of mine.
Even when normalcy and routine begin to vie for my affection, I have discovered a strength to appreciate the newness of each moment, of each setting sun over the city's lights, of each flake of snow that covers the earth. I have discovered a need to stay curious, to love on adventure, to follow my bliss.
This journey of mine has many places to reach. But, for now, this moment is my journey. This moment is my adventure, and I will open myself to it all.
