It felt like coming home after being away for months, or at the very least, sliding my feet into my favorite pair of fuzzy slippers at the end of a long day. Over the weekend, the desk returned to the writing room and I sat down, gazed out the window in hopes of seeing a bird land on the birdbath.

After lighting a cone of incense, I began unwrapping new watercolor supplies. I’ve never painted with watercolor, but have always loved the look of it and it seems to have a will of it’s own. I played with the colors by starting off with very little water and then continually adding water to the brush to watch the color fade. I love standing the paper up at an angle to let the colors roll into each other. It’s a practice in zero control.

I’ve been Googling, Inspiring women over 60′, and let me tell you…there’s not many. I found The Unexpected Gypsy and she sparked my watercolor adventure.

After moving the desk, I pulled the den furniture back together and for the first time since living here, it didn’t bring me joy. It’s not the furnishings, or that I have a desire to redecorate, but I didn’t see this space being a den anymore. It’s the largest room in the house and would make a marvelous creative space. Part of living solo is I don’t invite people in to sit down and visit. My space is sacred.

I enjoy listening to short video’s regarding wisdom and found this one to share. It explains a lot about my shifts this year and if you’re over 60, 70, or even 80, maybe you’ll know this phase. Carl Jung says, “The first half of life is about building the ego, while the second half is about returning to the soul.”

The peace of being myself, without fear. The soul is not here to be productive, it’s here to be whole and to enjoy our own company feels like freedom. From where I stand it seems that over 60 is where we step into the most sacred phase.