Rivers are often boundaries and borders, marking the end of one place and the beginning of the next. Sometimes you can choose your endings, giving to The River what you want to wash away. But The River doesn’t have to be a border to cross; it can also be an invitation to enter. — Maia Toll
This just happened to be September’s message on my wall calendar. As I prepared to work on this new site, I looked up and read these words, knowing exactly what to do next; that this was next, that this was now.
It’s strange how this works; for me. The coming of things into alignment, into view, always making itself known without me knowing what’s next or what it is for. I guess that’s why trust is such a big thing for me. I have to trust that what I’m drawn to, what feels next is what I’m up to; without any evidence or plan in mind. It’s the only way things can unfold as they must.