I’m in a walking boot now! Yay me. And the lovely toe cover Glynis knitted for me is still very festively keeping my toes warm.
While I was walking in town today I saw this written on the white board at our local co-op grocery:
The thing you are looking for is looking for you.
(this is not verbatim, and I think it was attributed to Rumi).
This got me thinking about what it is I’m looking for.
Fame? Money? Success? Love? Freedom?
What is it? What is the THING?
Money certainly would make my life a lot easier. And that is coming. But it’s more than that. It’s money made from my art. My writing. It used to be other kinds of art, now it’s fiction. And every year I get a little more successful. I like the friends I’m making from my craft. The people I’m meeting. The people who read my stories are extraordinarily generous, and gracious. It’s coming along.
And maybe what I really want is to feel more comfortable in my skin. To figure out balance. To write more gracefully with less pressure. To live more gracefully. To not break my leg right before a Thanksgiving Trip I really wanted to take.
But you know what? What I got instead was four days of enforced rest. Of people taking care of me. While painful, it was also really nice. I didn’t once feel like a burden to my friends. Such gracious people, my friends.
So tell me, what is it that you are looking for that is also looking for you?