Last night was the full moon. Observing the changing seasons and the many faces of the sacred has brought reverence back into my life.

Things are changing in my life so rapidly. I feel behind on my work, and that’s something I almost always keep on top of. Transformation is coming about in the home, in my marriage, in my life.

In fact, there is no more marriage. The relationship remains but the marriage is gone. Although it’s hard and I feel shaken, it’s not a bad thing. Growing is incredibly painful no matter what age you are. At fifty, I thought my lifestyle was pretty established. Now it’s all been thrown into sudden change.

Life. Circumstances. When your old patterns become just too painful you change them.

In January I’ll be moving to Susanville, going back to the land where I raised my two sons, back to the high desert, a harsh land of extreme temperatures. A land of rocks and wind.

I’m going back to listen to the wind.