It is impossible to anticipate when inspiration will strike and a resounding a-ha will escape to echo around my realm. The reverberations flow like the tide catching facets of other elements buried deep in my mind.
I suppose no one thing can be that impetus but rather a chain of influences and circumstances sets one up for change. Mine has been a desire to simplify and stop the rattling in my brain from a thousand things to do so that I can enjoy the here and now. I have not consciously gone in search of remedies but they have come to me nonetheless. At this stage of my life when sixty is on the not-to-distant horizon, I find myself looking inward for joy and contentment. I also find that there are many external things which hamper that desire.
I know it began at Patrick's house in southern France. A serenity pervades the place and the four of us were content to revel in its pleasures rather than scurry all around the countryside following a tour book's recommendations. Writing in my journal (as did Kathy and Marty) was a contemplation born of the aura around us and the uniqueness of the experience of being in this particular place at this particular time. None of us walked away unchanged.
When Karen lent me 'Choosing Simpicity' by Linda Breen Pierce a few weeks ago, I had no idea that it would show me through others the complexities in my life which were making it impossible to feel content. I see my heart's desire and there will be much pleasure in the quest.
Just as I rowed my first canoe toward open water this summer, mastered its balance, even in rough currents, and shouldered its weight on dry land, I am excited to find my joy and contentment in simplicity.