Today, I have a sense I am where I need to be–geographically speaking. I get this feeling every so often. As if to periodically confirm my obedience to the voice almost ten years ago was correct. When you leave all that is familiar and safe to venture alone to the unknown, following only the voice heard in a quiet room, you can occasionally get a doubt or two.
Especially when storms come or people from far away reach out and tap your shoulder. So those occasional suggestions of being in the right place after all still can go a long way to silence those doubts.
Today a dear friend emailed me. One that I miss very much. Not much to say, just hi, a brief catching up and let’s stay in touch. Yes, I’d like that.
But my place is here. In the south where I have made my home. Where I have learned to speak Appalachian English and to let go of ‘how it used to be’ in order to fully and better embrace ‘how it is now’.
So when I get that tap on the shoulder from my past, I only need to look at the beauty of the people and mountains and nature around me to know this is where I need to be. Where I am blessed to be.