Tranquil packages

So noted are the changes I have undergone. Yet so many more take place, here, right now.

The spark of life that settles within me. The pieces of not really wondering about people anymore.

Just a while ago I was painting a felt the peace overcome me. This tranquil times that just say the new year brings goodness in all packages.

As I sat there painting on tiles I understood the magnitude of my changes. I grasped at the contentment of being me. Special and different in so many joyful aspects.

Then I thought of the rough ride I have experienced and didn't think the scary parts were negative. Just reached into each part as a positive ongoing process. Every step I take is for me.

That once craving I had to be curious of people was very clear in the memories. Yet today I had absolutely no want to look. Nor even hope to see anything positive in their lives.

It was just as I thought them all to be, invisible now. Clearly the best way to view those stuck in my rearview mirror.

But right now I am just happy, grateful to be breathing and enjoying my solitude. Book in hand, sweet chai sitting nearby and cute black and white kitty sprawled across my lap.

Content.

Not even to begin to think of anything but a great mystery unfolding. I smile. And today I remain blessed for being me.

Silly. Beautiful. Mysterious. Giggly. Intelligently odd. Me. Just me.

And now I squiggle down further in chair to read.