“Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.”
This is how I feel since finishing the book. This is why I haven’t written, I haven’t been able to. Not because of any lack of inspiration or time, that old chestnut, but because I’m out of my mind with fulfilment, enjoying a peace I’ve never known or felt and it’s taken me some time to understand, to even attempt to explain it but I am different, my actual physical heart has changed. This is the best place I’ve ever been and I feel so grateful.
In honour of this I wanted to bring the house along with me and so I’ve been going through it, slowly, purposefully, every drawer and every nook and cranny’s getting a deep clean and clear out. Right now it’s at the, ‘going to get worse before it gets better’ stage and I don’t mind it. It feels like we’re moving in all over again only this time there’s no rush, no longing for things to be this way or that way just this peace I’m trying to tell you about.
Life feels not only full but fully realised. There’s a balance of challenge and work and love and play, the sense of personal achievement and no want for anything that matters, because what else matters anyway.
And there in the back of my mind is the book, shimmering, quiet, written. Waiting for me to come back to it.