When arriving back after being away 2 weeks, I became aware of the need for more space in my sacred, beloved home. I thank my away trip, as the 2 weeks gave me a shift. It was just enough time to tap into some fear about, anxiety about, 'Should I move to Prescott, my life is too small in Tucson, Prescott is better, and so on.'
This may be making less than sense, but at least I understand, and it would take up more room than I care to write, at this time. Travel gives room for shifts - I love it when that happens!
Suddenly, like never before, the décor I've had up for 2 years, or so, is no longer representing my most beautiful self, so to speak. Wasn't planning to write it that way, however, it makes sense. Time to phone Sarah, as my alarm tells me. To be continued?