For some reason I have been having serial sadness today. I was out running errands and everywhere I looked - my memories strangled me - that hasn't happened for awhile now. It was very disconcerting. It will be eighteen months next Sunday - seems like years - seems like a dream. It is very real - the profound journey of loss, pain, turmoil, transformation and healing.
I am healing. I am making meaning of the journey - quitting smoking is a part of that meaning - I am different and yet the same. I am stronger yet more fragile. I am harder yet more resilient. I am more open yet have more clearly defined boundaries. I have the courage to reach out for help when I need it - and I have the deep need to support others in their life's journey. Even with today's tears, I see a world of joy and possibilities.
I remain a work in progress -