Thursday, October 22, 2009


Thursday again. How did that come around again so soon?

Here's what I've been thinking about lately: the word FULL. Things are happening fast these days. Back to FULL-time work, and it's FULL-ON. Hit the ground running, project to get done in five months, lots to do. Well, I should say, I work two part-time jobs, but together they are filling up my week. One is a contract job through a non-profit organization, which runs until March. The other is my (yay!) permanent position with the (yay!) library.

Thanksgiving was ... when was it again? I want to say last weekend but that's actually not true. It was nearly TWO weeks ago. Holy crap! See what I mean? It feels like it just happened. And at the same time it feels like a month ago. FULL ON.

(I made a pumpkin cheesecake and it's pictured above. It was FULL of deliciousness. It "tasted as good as thin feels." Or better, actually.)

My room-mate from back in Fredericton - Marlo - visited me last weekend (which is nearly a week ago now - again I say, Holy Crap.) We had a marvelous time catching up after two years of not seeing each other. I rented a car and we drove to Cheticamp, up French Mountain and over to MacKenzie Mountain, before turning back and coming home again. On the way back we stopped at the ever-tempting Dancing Goat deli and cafe, and had big sandwiches and creamy soup, and of course sweet treats and coffee.

The picture above is of a beautiful fall vignette that we found just waiting for us to take its picture. Seriously FULL of magic.

What else? Well, life is full. I have my job(s). I am organizing square dancing lessons, and getting one of my favorite people in the world to teach them. (His name is Duncan, and he is one of my honorary Grandpas.) I am still the coordinator of the Baddeck Writers' Group, which is going FULL STEAM AHEAD at the moment - new members, old members, submissions, monthly meetings. And I am working hard to make sure that my days are also FULL of time to walk, to write, to spend time outside where I truly feel connected to the world, to the universe, to what some call God. FULL of spirit.

I think that when I moved home two years ago, there was an invisible slot that I FILLED. This is my dream life. Like Marlo said, during a walk we took together, of knowing that you are on the right path, "I don't worry that I'm not on the right path. But, I don't know fully where this is taking me. However, I'm enjoying seeing where the road goes." The twists and turns, the surprises, the unknown of the-moment-after-this-one.

Yes, there are still good days and bad days, "meh" days, anxious days, cranky days, back-pain days, silly-giggles days... I could go on. You get the idea. Meaning: happiness is not a static state. You don't get there, turn around like a cat going to sleep, settle in, and go, "OK, now I am done working on stuff and me and life. I'm done now. I can go to sleep for the rest of my life."


That doesn't mean that life doesn't rock. It's about balancing as a constant act, like that of waves coming onto shore - the fullness comes on strong, then you have to take time to let it recede, to let yourself feel it, to process it. Then it comes back. Feel the FULL.

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