On the Move, Again

A (Late) Morning Musing

I know, I know. I’m a few hours late.

Not so much a morning musing today—at least not in the technical sense. But the musing did start in the morning hours, somewhere between a sip of tea and the final sweep of packing. I’m writing this just moments before getting back on the road, headed to our next stop. A new temporary home. A new chapter.

Truthfully, it’s been a strange few weeks.

I haven’t felt well—dizzy spells, waves of nausea, a general sense of being… off. Things that were supposed to move forward have been delayed. The move. The plans. The feeling of momentum. And yet—somehow, in the stillness and in the waiting, something else has been quietly sharpening.

My spiritual awareness has grown keener. The veil between things feels thinner. I’m listening more carefully—dreams, symbols, signs in the everyday. I’ve had two vivid dreams recently that feel like chapters all their own—messages that belong in The Space Between, the collection of dream essays I’m so close to finishing. Being home this extra month—though unexpected—brought me closer to the subject of my novel The Dreamer, too. There are no accidents.

And something else is stirring, too—something I’ve been putting on hold for far too long. As soon as we get settled, I’ll be starting a five-week online art course—one I chose intentionally to help me hone the skills I need to bring forward a vision I’ve carried for years. A calling, really. A body of creative/spiritual work I’ve long known was mine to birth, but never quite made space for. Or felt allowed to complete. Until now.

Alongside that, I’ll be revamping my website—gathering all the pieces of me and figuring it all out.

No, this new place we are going isn’t where I want to be forever. But I know how to make things feel beautiful, even in the in-between. Especially in the in-between. That’s the real heart of it, isn’t it? (Not to mention, I may just be able to get some back bear photos and a few other “bucket list” nature and wildlife photos I have been wanting to capture.

So, here’s to what’s next. To the quiet sharpening. To making the most of now, even when it’s not exactly what we planned. To being able to make time for friends.

I’ll see you on the other side of the drive—with new eyes, a clearer mind, and (hopefully) a settled stomach.

Until then, may the road stretch gently before you.
And may your own musings find you—whenever they do.

—C

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