fly free bird

I have had a lot of time to think this week. Being new to Portland with no real job (except babysitting the cute little ones) and a handful of friends (which is getting bigger) I have a ton of time to contemplate.

It's so nice.


For once in my life, I feel free. Free to live my life the way I choose. I can focus on the beauty of the moment, because I can actually live it. I find that the time I have had to be in peace, and hear my thoughts, has opened me up to a world of possibilities.

It's interesting though, the things I try to still hold on to never seem to work. It's only when I let go of every thought I had about what things are "supposed to be", that things really do fall in to place.

Perfectly.

This week, Wild Mountain Bell played a show at a local joint, and a very loving group of friends came to support us. At the end of our show, a guy who is dating one of our friends told us how he played upright bass and could hear a world of music going on in his head while listening to us.
We of course jumped on the opportunity to play with him...and let me tell you, it just added a whole new level of artistry that I never could have imagined. I didn't expect that. And because I let go of how I felt about the music,  it became something far more glorious.

I really struggle with patience and with allowing things to take this beautiful life course naturally. But I am learning. Being in Portland has already blessed me with so many possibilities. I am just going to observe now. And let life unfold as it will.

Perfectly