And the birds Sang

Yesterday, since I was feeling the weight of it all, I needed buoyancy and so I went to the pool and actually swam for the first time in 9 months.

It was akin to a water birth, for myself.

And the birds whispered…

Ok they didn’t whisper, they squawked…loudly… that it was time to let go of the past -

People, places, things, times and events that may have shaped who I am, but no longer serve me and my purpose.

It’s true that lately I have been letting go of a lot of people, places, things, times and events.

Earlier this year I gave up the phone number I had for 20 years.

I’ve let go of “friends”, “Projects” and now I have decided to create all new social media.

I have thousands of “Followers” yet it feels like weight and not frequency specific.

There is no joy in it anymore for me.

And so if you would, please follow me on instagram and Tik Tok as @booksbybetsy.

The links are on my home page here.

I will be slowly phasing out all other platforms. It’s no longer about quantity for me. It’s the engagement with people who are actually interested in what I have to share.

To that end.. comments on my posts here are meaningful to me. I truly want to know what you feel about what I am writing. Call me out, hate it, if that’s what you feel, it’s ok I can take it.

As I walked back to my car from the pool I found a large hawk feather. We have them aplenty in my neck of the woods. Sorry I haven’t yet taken a picture.

I know the world has made up meanings for hawks. I took it to mean I am not alone and that our friends here aren’t always of the human variety.

It was something to hold onto in the darkness, when I need to feel touch and safe.

And for that I am truly grateful.