Knowing

I needed help in making the decision to sell the Greek house, to understand why. To have a less stressful life. Otherwise, the part of me that loves the largesse of it all could have carried on her reign. My quirky queenly ego can step back, grateful for the privilege of time spent in beauty and the help received and offered. Though letting go of this one feels like prying my fingers away from a deeply held knowing that I’d live abroad when I was older. It’s time for new dreams of the ease of ordinariness.