Movement

Yesterday was the 2 year anniversary of my landing in sydney and my first night in surry hills, 508 riley st. 
   And tonight is my first night in the new place, in a new life. 

The first quiet moments here alone were piercing.   I cried for the emptying, and just as quickly I was being filled up with an ocean of gratitude and sunlight and an inexplicable feeling....something like lightness, but stronger and deeper. 

  So, this is how it's gone so far....I step out with trepidation on one hand and bold excitement on the other.  And somehow the step itself is rewarded with a certain kind of success.  Success of movement. 
    And.  These days, it is enough.