Pondering on my worries I suddenly realize that, once again, I have forgotten to be lighthearted. To laugh at my fears with trust. Because every thing always works out fine. To rejoice in all that I have accomplished instead of worrying about future losses.


I have forgotten that life is supposed the be fun. Luckily these posts by Maurey Pierce, Maddie and Mahima (whom I discovered on Maddie's site) were excellent reminders.


If I approach my work with a heart heavy with responsibility how can my dreams take flight? But if I am excited at the idea of learning new things and new ways of being surely I can looked forward to shared laughter rather than shared grumbles.


So in the spirit of lightheartedness I remind myself that:


One night soon Florian and I will be lounging in front of a fire following dancing patterns of blue, orange, red and yellow across our cob walls. We will talk of our day, of research papers written and tomatoes harvested. A wolf will sigh with satisfaction and roll over.


I look forward to many walks filled with happily bouncing wolves, soft pink sunsets, moonlit paths, the smell of cut grass and the sound of the wind singing to the trees.


The corporate cage has slammed shut, and I am left outside, to fly across a clear blue sky and rest on the edge of a cloud. No more flickering screens, open-plan offices, shared toilets and office politics.


My blog world is filled with a rich tapestry, woven from many words. I peep into worlds filled with passion and generosity of spirit. I read tales that will never end. Organic tales which grow where they will and follow no structure but the flow of their hearts.


Studying at University constantly flings open new doors. Next year I might mix ecology or anthropology with English literary studies and psychology. I don't yet know how but I will enroll as a full time student.


It is spring. Everything outside is turning green. Flowers allow their perfumes to float lazily on the breeze. Soon I will be swimming through cool waters, watching the sun dance all around me. Floating on my back, turning on my stomach and laying in the sun. Friends and I will eat watermelon and talk and talk and talk.


For two week I will be attending a Permaculture course which will take place in a sustainable drylands permaculture eco-village in the Klein Karoo. Early mornings and early evenings, fires and plants, garden planting and design, stars and sunshine. Each night I will return to a small solar powered caravan on a neighboring farm. I will have a hot shower and crawl into bed tired but happy.


My feet are set squarely on the road to my future. Already my world views are challenged with the poetry of reality. My views are constantly becoming more flexible and compassionate. Constantly I learn how to love more and better.


Yesterday a pigeon sat on a branch. She seemed to do nothing more than listen to the song of nothingness.