Tuesday, August 9, 2011
I'm thinking about London this morning, about the big fire dragon that has been moving through the city for the last couple of days. From what I read, things are calming down, but bloody hell.
My friend Steve and his hubby just moved to London, not even a month ago. Isn't there always something challenging that comes up after a big life change? The timing is rather unbelievable. Steve and Dave are smart, grounded, reasonable people. They can take care of themselves, but my heart goes out to them. What a way to become acquainted with their new city! I can't imagine.
I moved to Capitol Hill in May of 2001. Just as I was relaxing into my new life here, getting to know the Capitol, letting Jake run loose on the grounds of the Supreme Court, etc. 9/11 happened. Everything changed after that, not in a good way. I still miss sitting in the rotunda of the Capitol, something I am no longer allowed to do unless one of my staffer friends agrees to stand with me through numerous security checks to get me inside. Before 9/11 I went often to commune with the energy at the center of the rotunda, where the four quarters of the city come together, where Lincoln lay in state, JFK, too. The last time I was there was over a year ago. It's such a hassle now, hardly worth it or so it seems. What a shame.
On the verge of moving my practice into the chateau I'm thinking about how one change begets other changes, always, or so it seems. I don't foresee anything but goodness in the upcoming change, but who knows what will shake out once I get settled in the new studio? Anything could happen. Yikes.