I start to write this entry.
I had noticed over the last 10 days or so a certain word popping up in many of the posts I was reading, in one way or another.
I was surprised and intrigued and commented on it’s occurrence to fellow bloggers.
It wasn’t until the middle of last night that I ‘got it’ and knew then, why for a few weeks I had been missing a beat….as it were. I had been feeling unsettled. Having builders in my space was part if it I knew, but I sensed there was something more. There was.
The magic word was connection . . . connectedness.
There is was. I realised in my state of heightened lucidity (as is often the case when I am awake through the night) that I had moved away from my centre and lost an important connection with ME.
Maintaining a connectedness with me keeps my anxieties and fears in check.
Without me at the centre, I lose emotional balance and I know that is not good for me.
Connectedness with me gives me the confidence to do, and BE and learn and grow.
I know why I was wakeful in the night. I had something to learn from listening to me and connecting with others.
Thank you fellow bloggers for connecting with me, through your words, your pictures, your honesty and your good grace.