I moved to a new city a few weeks ago--Ojai, CA.
It's a small town just east of Santa Barbara. In the mountains, but close to the water. The views aren't just breathtaking, they're mind-blowing. The beauty here matched only by the kindness of its people.
I feel lucky to be here and I feel like I'm supposed to be here. Like the red seas parted in front of me and I walked on through. And that's an amazing feeling. To feel that kind of direction.
And I'm trying to stay with that feeling, but I also feel overwhelmed by the newness. It's funny: I typically love a blank slate. Pure potential, no baggage--what could be better? Maybe there is such a thing as too much blank slate?
Probably not though.
Structure is good and necessary but a blank slate is a teacher. If I can clear away the cobwebs and my ego, I can allow myself to feel and tune into the world around me. And when I do that, I realize that I don't need a thing, that I already have everything I need. And that I don't need to do a thing, that the red seas will part over and over again if I have the faith to believe.
Now if I can just have the faith.