so i guess that is a good place to start...with the end of my final reflection paper for the semester...which led to a moment out in the woods with the djembe that rocked my world...more on that when papers are done...
...I began to sense in myself a glimmer of the force and presence that I would like to have the courage to bring with me wherever I go. It would not always look like confrontation, in fact it may more often be the courage of restraint and resolution, it is simply the courage to be what the moment requires whenever possible. It will rarely look the same way twice, the answers will often feel a little like questions, and the road where these questions and answers live is one we will always be traveling on.
It was here I recognized that the nature of this season of integrating the work, and the girl, and the world, the one I have recently entered, is directly connected to my struggle in this semester to find a flowing rhythm, to find my space in the group, and my place in my work.
My shape is changing so my space is shifting, my worlds are colliding and so my place is emerging, my song has new verses and so the rhythm is changing.
The time has come for me to beat my drum.
