I've been living back in Saskatchewan now for just over 12 months. I realized today that I haven't been on a plane and crossed an international border in an entire year. A complete flip in circumstances for me.
First, I lived on a farm. Closest neighbor a mile away. I'd take a 7 kilometer run, jog past grazing horses, maybe get passed by a tractor, and other than that - not see another person. Now I'm in Saskatoon again. A city I'd made home for almost 10 years. This city has a beauty I never really understood before. I'm humbled each day as I cross the bridge on my way to work - by beauty or the weather. I walk 20 minutes across one of the most pristine city rivers I've ever seen - I'm overtaken with such joy at these times.
I work at a boutique now. I work with my hands and my heart and I really like it. I meet so many people.
A group of incredible people keep coming into my life. One after another. I am continuously reminded that life is to be shared with others. I'm so grateful for the teachers, guides, friends and experiences that are reminding me of my true nature.
As far as blogging goes - I think i'm going to get back into it. Writing helps me to focus my thinking and make sense of some of the thoughts that keep drifting through. I used to document my travels because I was afraid those precious memories would fade. I realize now that it's those precious times that will always stay awake in me. It's the pace of daily life in a familiar place that needs documenting as it's so much easier to be asleep here. It's so much easier to zone out and just fall into the familiar grooves and patterns of the people in this place - as they are the grooves and patterns i've spent more time in than any other.
Michelle
