Things have been feeling like they’re moving almost too quickly in these beautiful, ugly, dystopian, magical times. The time space continuum seems off kilter and it’s as if we’re living in a surrealist painting of some sort. Each day feels like the last and then again it doesn’t. I’m not sure what quite to make of it or much of anything that is happening around us. I just do my past to stay my course, do the work I feel is important and keep my wits about me, and not fall down the proverbial rabbit hole.
This is not to say this has been sunshine and rainbows, but to quote the late, great Hunter S. Thompson, “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” This is my time to shine, haha. In all seriousness though, I’m managing and that is a testament to growth and my yoga practice. Redirecting the bad into something good instead of getting lost in being a victim, which has been my go to in the past.
Ah, but alas, I am rambling. I’m not entirely sure there’s a huge point here, other than to say I’m mulling a lot over and a big part of that is the future of Birds of Prey. You see, in that growth I mentioned, has come profound change. Change in what I want and change in what’s truly important to me. I’m digging into those things deeper and deeper. Letting them simmer, take shape and develop. I’m not jumping in blindly, as I’ve so often done in the past. I’m building and adding on until it all comes together.
Last weekend I officially became a doula! As in, if you’re having a baby, I would love nothing more than accompanying you along your journey. There are more steps and learning I have and want to do on this path, which are unfolding each day. It’s work that is important to me and close to my heart. I’m excited, for the first time in a long time. As these pages write themselves, I will continue to provide the CliffsNotes version here, until the story is fully ready to be told.
In the meantime, here’s a picture from the place I grew up. Well my kid years at least.