making space

it's cold, near-breathlessly still, and dark.

I was going to sleep, but I can feel my heart beating in the scar on my left foot and it's keeping me awake.

Life has been good and changing. I'm trying to be conscious of... well, everything. But especially of cleansing. Physically, of course, especially since I want to solidify some changes I believe have taken place. But in other areas. Emotionally, letting go of baggage that I've carried for way too long. Spiritually, turning over the soil for good things to grow again. Spatially, making room around me to prepare for whatever life is bringing me.

Seems I've been cleaning all the time lately. I think this is a part of the reason why. When blessings come, I want clean open space to place them in. Strike that. When blessings come, I want to live them out in clean, open space. Including my soul.