Feeling Settled

As I write, I'm sitting at my raised bar-table in my flat. Said goodbye to my hotel room today and it felt good. I've easily managed to squeeze my four suitcases of belongings into the space, and it feels like mine. Everything is as it should be - although I'm slightly perplexed by the television. There are too many channels and apparently 60 plus of them are Arabic - I suppose I didn't come to London to watch TV.

So today has come and gone in the blink of an eye - that's what happens when you get caught up in the details; like getting lost around Victoria station for a hour, trying to find a street address to see a flat, hunting down outlet adapters, getting groceries, transporting way too much luggage only three blocks away, and unpacking into a more permanent space. Before you know it - the night has closed in and thoughts begin to drift towards plans of the next day. I can see how easy it is to get caught in the details and to forget to step back to to see the big picture. I don't want to forget the big picture - I'm in London, I have a place to stay, I have an unbelievable group of family and friends whose constant onslaught of positive power shields and lifts me...and life is so very good.

There is one print adorning the white walls of my small space, likely hung before my arrival. It's a photograph - stretched over a canvas - of trees in a forest...some of the trees are bare, some have leaves, as if the season is in transition. The ground is covered with branches and dried leaves, yet the path is visible. And although the trees stand close, the forest full - the sun is shining in through and around them, hitting like rays of light onto the uneven ground, its light fierce, its power unquestionable. I've been looking at this print all night. It feels like one of those signs from the Universe. It feels like a metaphor for my life. I rather like it...