Empty Handcart

It's nice when I feel a paradigm shift. I usually think in metaphors when these changes occur. I have certain rituals and reactions I go through when faced with certain issues. The reactions are because I still see my life filled with the choices others made in relating to me. I see that as a handcart filled to the brim with items that I didn't choose to bring but for which I have felt responsible to continue holding onto and dealing with in very personal ways. Well today I saw my own handcart. It is seasoned, but swept clean. Ahh, today I just want to keep it that way for a while. Before I choose my most prized emotions to push and pull thousands of miles to a new home, I want to wait until the evening stars come out and the wind is warm and crickets are chirping. I want to lay down in my handcart and absorb its space. It is a small space. But I want to understand the paradox that I am larger than these spaces. I will feel that as I lay there and listen to natures sounds and see the stars full of sky and fill/feel the divine space of which I am a part. The next morning will be soon enough to decide what I must choose to push and pull. I am at peace finally accepting this gift. My empty handcart...........