I often ask myself this question as I navigate the complexities of my inner and outer life. While healing from the loss of my husband and the life we shared, I find myself not only exploring new paths but doing so alone, without his guidance and support.

As the pain of loss and separation transforms into new possibilities and challenges, I wonder just where I am headed in this new life. I find myself again in a transitional space, where I need to pause, listen to my heart, follow my unique voice, and consider my options.

Being still doesn’t come naturally to me. When I feel anxious, I tend to move. I walk, create artwork, and do housework—not to avoid my feelings but to process them. Somehow, movement softens my resistance and apprehension toward change.

As I face the uncertain map of my future, I expect new trails, dead ends, and hopefully butterflies representing promise and possibility!