Yesterday was my birthday, the third one that I have spent here in Italy, time really is whizzing by! I started the day with a fluffy cappuccino by the sea at Enzo’s bar, where I was greeted with hugs and kisses and lots of auguri’s (good wishes). It was such a fizzy start to what unfolded into a lovely day. It is still quite incredible to me how much love I receive here in my home away from home on a daily basis.
I am currently in between seasons. That place between ending one life chapter and beginning another. And I am restless. I want to ‘get going’. But all signs point to staying exactly where I am because whatever is taking form within my being for this next stage is not quite ready yet.
Recently I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Lyn Thurman for her Quiet Rebellion Against the Ordinary podcast. We spoke about many things including how I went from being a farm girl to a television executive, to a shaman on top of a mountain in southern Italy.
Sitting here in this in between space as we go through a journaling process, I realise that I have always been an ‘inbetweener’. I grew up between two villages, on the east coast of Ireland between the land and the sea. I have never ‘belonged’ to a place, a tribe, a concept, always hovering at the edges, dipping in and stepping out as needs be.
I felt it.
The sap rising in my bones
Just a trickle
But enough to make me turn on the radio
And bop to pop in my living room
So damn grateful for its return
And the aliveness that it brings.
As we step into a new calendar year, I have become acutely aware of the amount of e-mails that I am receiving from people who want me to do something; start this, join that, detox, make resolutions, set goals etc. Dear People of the World, who are leaping head first into 2017,