I have been out on long rides on my little blue basketted bike. The one that should really have ribbons and bells tied to it because that's how I feel when I ride on it!
And crossing the troll bridge… The real one and the metaphorical ones in life.
Sometimes there are places we must go and borders we must cross that we can never turn back from.
Decisions and changes in life that shape us, and set the course of our life
Forks in the road are popping up all the time, and sometimes we do not realize the impact that our choices make on us.
I feel that the past couple of years have been some of the most maturing years I have ever had. I have learned so much and you've all been through it with me.
A tarot reader once told me I'd be torn between two lives, a mundane life and a magical one. And that both would pull me, pull me away from one another. I feel this is very true. The struggle is I would like to keep both. So I suppose for now I stand right in the middle of that troll bridge, toeing the line between the two worlds.
Cotton candy skies swirling ahead, I suppose no flower is planted in the wrong place in the garden of the universe.
I hope, as conventional and normal the world around me may seem, that I can help those around me to see the beauty in things.
And that sometimes we really can walk more than one path at once!
Blessings and love,