last spring, i bought these boots. there was no snow on the ground, there were arugula sprouts sprouting in the garden, even, and there i was buying arctic snow boots.
the dogs and i had just moved in with the professor. instead of leaving utah, the dogs and i took a risk and said yes to him. he offered our hearts shelter from the snow and a promise that we'd never have to live under a bridge. he also offered beets and garlic and arugula grown by him just for me. so we found ourselves here, with him, in his house instead of somewhere else, and i wondered how it could be that when i asked the universe to show me the way home, home turned out to be just seventeen blocks away.
the boots were to seal the deal, in a way. you don't buy arctic snow boots when you're headed for beaches in maui. while i had lots of boots in my closet, what i never had in my closet were actual snow boots. i had lived here for nearly five years, but never actually lived here because my own heart really never wanted to be here.
there is snow falling today. lots of it. i have arctic snow boots on my feet. the dogs and i have played in the snow, which i actually truly now appreciate. i have mad love in my heart and a warm cozy home that i share with my professor in utah. it doesn't matter, honestly, that i live in utah. i'm going to live where ever he happens to be. i know better than to say forever, because that's a very long time. nothing is forever. that lesson, i have learned.
i'm grateful i trusted the universe, or, more importantly, i'm grateful i traveled my own road long enough to lead me right here. our own journey can sometimes feel so very dark and full of deep cold snow and dark woods.
it is really good to have the right boots.