So much has happened since I last visited with you, and life has moved in fast forward. I asked my father-in-law about life moving faster and faster with time.

“It’s true,” he said.

“That’s scary,” I said.

“It is,” he said.

My father-in-law worked as a tax attorney for many years, and now enjoys what seems to me a very enjoyable and comfortable retirement, but every once in a while I hear him jokingly grumble about why in the heck he chose to become a tax attorney, and about how horrible it was dredging to work every day. I asked him what he thought he should have done instead.

“Nothing,” he told me, “I have no regrets.”

In the time we’ve been apart dear reader, my inner voice has grown shy. I guess having a baby can do this to you. My inner voice belongs to someone who floats on whims and believes in magic, and babies need something more solid, like shelter and food.

There are people I’ve met who’ve had similar “inner voices” as my own. They have pointed out the cancer that they can’t afford to treat, the aching bones that they can’t afford to retire. It frightens me, as I don’t want to end up in those situations, but at the same time, I don’t want to end up grumbling about how horrible life was before retirement. Are you beginning to see my dilemma?

How does one create balance: be fair to both the sensical within yourself and the magical. Is it possible?

I caught the tail end of Dr. Christiane Northrup’s talk last night on public television. She had enormous crystals all around her.  Anyway, the parts I caught made me believe that it is possible to fuse together a life that holds both logic and magic. Coming from a life that has mainly been guided by passion, I’m finding this balance very difficult to perceive.

Do you tend to follow your head or your heart? Where has either one led you?