the blue muse

For most of last year, I felt slightly off-center.  I could never put my finger on just exactly why, but the feeling was always there, taunting me, just out of reach.

But lately, here I am, right smack dab in the middle of myself.

It’s such a good feeling. A coming home kind of feeling. Coming home to a pot full of soup waiting on the stove and a roaring fire blazing in the fireplace. That kind of coming home.

And so, I’m settling in. Warming my toes and filling my belly and reveling in this feeling. Enjoying it while it lasts.

Because you never know when the wind that is life will start to blow again, leaving you no choice but to step outside and cling to those branches. Sometimes, holding on for dear life.

But just now, for today, I am here. There is a blizzard raging outside my windows, literally.

And I am snuggled in, sick with a cold, but all the same, centered.

It’s a good place to be.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with warmth and comfort.

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