  I don't remember how many times in my life I have felt this feeling. I wish I could pack up everything I own and run away. Then, again, I wonder what the use of packing would be. Maybe it would be better to just run, with no baggage...just me and the road; me and the wind; me and the sun. Freedom. This time the feeling is stronger. It's a feeling of drowning in my own life, in my own creation, and fighting for air. I can see myself breaking free, gulping air as I run blindly. I only know that any direction must be better than drowning...and finding life again is bound to bring joy.
I have an wonderful life, really...at least by most standards. I live with my 3 children in the middle of a beautiful town in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I am a healer...or so they call me. I am successful in my work. I'm even in demand. I drive a new car and wear nice clothes, live in a nice home, have a beautiful office where I work with the most excellent, caring, and compassionate alternative MD's (there are such things)...and my children are even great people! From the outside, all looks well. But all is not well. Everyday I wonder whether I will make it through the day. This isn't me; at least not the me I want to be. Aren't I the one who teaches others the power of thought? Last time I ran away was nearly 7 years ago. I left Texas behind, hoping for a bright new experience.
A new life with my family. A re-creation. 2 years into my new life, when things weren't "quite right" , I mused that when I left Texas I brought ME with me. The same me that struggled there, and moved here to become so much more. So, who have I become this time? And, if I'm not who I want to be, what must I do to become her? And, can I do it this time without running?
Wasn't this the reason I was given the name "Wisehart"...a reminder to strive, to pull together everything I have ever been, even through the hard times, to become...wise? And then, to share that wisdom? Use the wisdom, Moon...wisdom from life, from the ancients, from the Divine...it all lies within you. It lies within each of us. Reach down deep, remember the learnings... I can't help but hope to grasp this lifeline and pull myself, once again, to safety, to joy, to freedom. 
