234 Catching My Tail

I feel like Leo.

Running around the kitchen island, looping behind the Papasan chair, completing an O, then a figure eight, repeat. Leo keeps the energy high. But his body is low. He is a black and white Cardigan Welsh Corgi, too smart, too energetic. He is Nyasha’s dog.

Nyasha's black and white Cardigan Welsh Corgi.
Nyasha’s black and white Cardigan Welsh Corgi.

He stops. Something is following him. Chase the culprit, round and round and round. That tail. That paintbrush, two foot tail. It must be caught and dealt with accordingly. Round and round again.

I feel like Leo.

We are well into the year, well enough to have had a lot of melodrama anyway. Covid vaccines, plots for a coup, presidential unhinging, Dad doing Hospice, swimming computers. But it’s the little things that are making me feel like I am going around and around. I haven’t been through the files. I haven’t set up the yearly budget. I haven’t come to control, a 2021 baseline, in my inbox. My texts are oozing. Any daily consistency, even food, is inconsistent.

My foundation is spinning.

I want to live my life like I did the first two weeks of December. Intentional. Spiritual. Creative. The foundation can spin, rock, even quake. It’s managing the movement below, how I perceive and react to it, that makes the higher part possible. Isn’t this the same lesson as my main one for 2020? Mastery. Is there mastery?

In Amber’s Women Unleashed summit, we looked for a “Word of the Year”, a theme for 2021. My logical mind had some ideas. I started the year with Strong. I thought that it came through from higher ground, but wasn’t so sure. Meek or Accepting might be better goals for my psyche.

beach birds calm clouds
The word that crested my horizon was sunrise Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

During the summit meditation, the word that crested my horizon was Rise, SunRise. I am amused. And curious. I love the multiple meanings, the possibilities, the potential. I can feel the spinning under my feet, but the SunRise has my focus and is creating stability. I have a hold of my tail, and can deal with it accordingly. Slowly. With the pinks and reds and purples of this morning’s emergence over the mountains.

If it’s only a glimpse, I am thankful for the moment.

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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