The sound of my buoy bell...

Today slid into Autumn.

I awoke to the sound of my buoy bell, reminding me of the east coast, as a blustery wind danced with the clapper.  The rain followed on its heels and I am now cocooning in a damp overcast day.

These are the days I love the best.  Cool enough to demand clothing, but warm enough to not need a coat or sweatshirt.  It is a great day to reflect on blessings.  The roof over my head, the clothing I wear, the food in my cabinets and fridge.  The two companions I live with who keep me entertained.  In spite of seeming setbacks, I try to be grateful for the moments of the day.

I am currently unemployed, the sale of my loft just fell through; I am at times desperate to understand or know where in this world I am to call home.  I am hovering on the brink of anxiousness, but today, the day that the season slid into Autumn, I am going to be okay, because that is what I am choosing.

I have been told, the beginning of anxiousness is the end of faith.  The beginning of faith is the end of anxiousness.

So when I start to get anxious - I realize I am not living in faith.  It happens more than I would hope, but I can pull myself back when I think to.

Today.  Today my faith is sliding all around me.  Today I am experiencing a full storm of emotions,  from gratitude to anger; hope to despair.  And like the wind that is blustering, they are changeable and changing.  I only have to wait for myself to settle down from being anxious or questioning and recognize the moments of the day for which to be grateful.

Laura

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