stairs to 2013 So, with all the noise, 2012 came and went.
December 21st came and went.
Now what?
I don't know about you, but for me Life in 2012 was totally massively chaotically messy crazy busy. 2012 felt like a full stop after which you start a new book: it's not just a full stop; it's like a enormous movement that stands still and vibrates with all the thousands of words behind it. Just to make place for yet another first page.
Some 20 years ago I really really wanted a typewriter. Out of the blue someone asked me if I needed one. It was beautiful and I was in love with it. I quickly learned to type and I loved its sounds. After a while, though, I was typing too fast for it. My lovely typewriting machine could not keep up with my fingers and me.
Fast forward to now. On my laptop I type my heart away for you to read it. The keyboard is keeping up with every thought my fingers are whispering to it and more. It can even connect me with almost everything ever written!
So what has that got to do with everything?
December 21st came and went.
Now what?
I don't know about you, but for me Life in 2012 was totally massively chaotically messy crazy busy. 2012 felt like a full stop after which you start a new book: it's not just a full stop; it's like a enormous movement that stands still and vibrates with all the thousands of words behind it. Just to make place for yet another first page.
Some 20 years ago I really really wanted a typewriter. Out of the blue someone asked me if I needed one. It was beautiful and I was in love with it. I quickly learned to type and I loved its sounds. After a while, though, I was typing too fast for it. My lovely typewriting machine could not keep up with my fingers and me.
Fast forward to now. On my laptop I type my heart away for you to read it. The keyboard is keeping up with every thought my fingers are whispering to it and more. It can even connect me with almost everything ever written!
So what has that got to do with everything?
Life before 2012 was for me an old, loved typewriter. It had a limited space to write on and only one type of font. It had a sweet sounding bell that let me know I was at the end of my line.. I had to take care that I do not write beyond the margins of the paper. If I ignored the bell I just went on an on with writing my life story without noticing that my page was all long gone:-). And I had to hit the "return handle" to move the carriage back to it's start point and the beginning of the next line. For some 2012 felt just like that handle that takes you back and further.
2013 and beyond feels more like my cute laptop. It allows me to sit and write my story everywhere I want to, in the garden if I feel like it. I can and may smell the flowers, and eat my apple and chard, too. The signs and letters are still there, on the same places for my fingers to find them. But this time I do not have to stop writing or pay attention to the bell: I just am in the flow. It feels unlimited in the best possible joyous way. I love it just as I loved 2012 AND it is different, much lighter, sweeter and in connection with everything and everybody. I feel that now more than ever I am on my real path. You know, the one that goes.. up:-)
Much love, light and expansion to you, my Reader!
2013 and beyond feels more like my cute laptop. It allows me to sit and write my story everywhere I want to, in the garden if I feel like it. I can and may smell the flowers, and eat my apple and chard, too. The signs and letters are still there, on the same places for my fingers to find them. But this time I do not have to stop writing or pay attention to the bell: I just am in the flow. It feels unlimited in the best possible joyous way. I love it just as I loved 2012 AND it is different, much lighter, sweeter and in connection with everything and everybody. I feel that now more than ever I am on my real path. You know, the one that goes.. up:-)
Much love, light and expansion to you, my Reader!
