Making Way For Joy

My dearest and nearest is undergoing something deep and compelling in his heart and soul. He doesn't go into descriptive essays about it, but if his eyes could write a book, there would be a story there worth reading. For my part, I don't probe too much, content with observing and gently inviting conversation. I can appreciate that at certain intervals of our lives sometimes movements of the heart just have to have time to marinate in our souls. He's not unhappy, rather he's lost in thought, deep thought. I know that feeling.

I am, and have always been it seems, a keen observer. I'm intuitive, as most women are, in an uncanny, and almost exclusively reliable way. I give my own self goosebumps sometimes by "knowing" something before there's anything to know ~smiling~

As is common with the two of us, we are in sinc on this level as well. I too, have been feeling, sensing, yearning(?) a certain pull toward ...what? What is this feeling? I haven't exactly placed a name on the calling simply because it seems ill defined as of yet. But it's there.

It's there as I live through my days doing a million ordinary things yet feeling an extraordinary awareness about everyone and everything around myself. About the wonder of life itself. Simplicity seems to be the pathway to joy. Simplicity. I think that might be the name of the perception I am having very persistenly. I can't help but wonder if it is what dh is feeling as well. Suddenly there is little talk of the new house with a three car garage. Why a three car garage is so important to him must surely have to do with a desire to have a workshop, I'm assuming, but he hasn't approached this subject in weeks. His ideas instead are centered around sprucing up certain needing areas of our current home.

I have a palpable sense of wanting to clear away the clutter. Not only material clutter but any clutter - emotional, psychological, etc. Repeatedly I am compelled toward the simplest path in all things. This must explain the peace I feel. And priorities? I am enjoying the grace of having much clarity in assessing that which is truly important and that which is not. For instance, I can rationally see that a 15th pair of shoes is unnecessary and would send my barely controlled closet floor over the edge of neatness. A little giggle there - shoes are a guilty fault of mine - purgatory for me will be bare feet ~smiling~ but the point is that I'm not drawn to unthinkingly buy that extra pair of shoes, get home, and realize (again) that I have too many shoes.

I think I have another post in me concerning this subject but it will have to wait for tomorrow.

God Love You and Keep You