Revolving, Revolving…not.

My time in Tucson has been full of change, change and more change. It is though I’m in a revolving door–a beautiful golden door, like we used to see in fine department stores or grand hotels–and just as I step out on the sidewalk I’m once again called inside. For with every change has come introspection, or being called inside. This particular cycle has now lasted 15 months, since my move to Tucson.

The latest revolution of the door has sent my youngest son and his family back to Kansas City, where my son will begin a new career after leaving military service this month. I have treasured this precious year with my young grandson and since January, his baby sister. Knowing that they would probably not stay in Tucson was a factor all along; how that feels to live out is new territory. I didn’t anticipate that it would take ten months to find a position that would be such a great fit for me. I couldn’t have guessed how much I would feel at home in Tucson, particularly in such a rich metaphysical community. After the constant change of the past year, I’m not prepared to uproot myself again to start over again, even for the sake of being near my family. My resistance to that has surprised me, surprised them, and led me to the certainty that I am where I need to be right now.

“Where I need to be right now” is…settled into my very fun and challenging ‘day job’ as an events manager, finding outlets to offer full expression of my metaphysical gifts, and moving into a new home which will truly be home.

And suddenly the door is still.






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