I feel kind of drugged. My skin feels warm and my body feels sleepy and satisfied. Sitting at the table of a nice café with candlelight and magazines in front of me. See two women having fun. Soon they'll get their dinner served; table is set. It's a saturdayafternoon, grey sky, pouring rain and gardens full of snowdrops whose fragility and beauty touch my soul. Just wanted to have a nice break from being at home. Feels like I'm in a bubble; like after a bath. Looking through magazines for holliday in France. Might go there instead of Ireland. As I looked at these two women, laughing, wearing nice clothes, I konw my life doing therapy is over. Here I am, on my own. Already travelled so far; this journey in becoming. The second part of my life has begun. I'm at the edge of it still regaining strength and organizing my new home but I'll get there. I love this bubble! A different time, a new season, things ahead in a God made plan as the world groans and shakes. I feel light without burden and filled with anticipation. Felt His presence with me this week. I'm gonna make my own choices for decorating the house and it's not gonna take years. Cause there's a world out here. And I'm on the edge of it...
