A Quiet Peace

In my pre-Painted Leaf life, where I was always running around looking for a job and an apartment, I would, right about now, be frantically sending off resumes in every direction, scouring Facebook Marketplace for the perfect apartment, worrying and stewing and sweating because I don't have what everyone says I need.

But I'm not feeling that way. Talking with a friend today, she agreed with me that maybe I should quit all my attempts to attain a life that doesn't fit and isn't mine and turn my attention to nurturing the things that delight my heart and belong to me. If I take care of the small things, God will take care of the big things. Isn't that how it works? Seek ye first...seek yourself first.

I feel a quiet peace about things, like everything's going to work out fine, even though I don't know how. I'm starting to realize that I'm stepping into something very new, and it's safe and okay to follow this path. Maybe the path will lead to an unexpected waterfall. Maybe the path will lead to a deer trail. Maybe the path will lead to a field of glorious wildflowers, or a stand of oak trees. Wherever the path may lead, it's time to look and listen to what my heart says about things. And my heart says I need more music, more courage to follow my Inner Impulses, more time with my writing, more tending and attention to the ways of art and service. 

The heart path is a risk. A leap. A trust fall. And the walk is beautiful and impractical and sacred. 

That is where the magic begins.