My divorce will be final in a little over a week.
Eventhough I wanted this and know it is necessary
Eventhough I am following the call of my heart
It’s really hard to let go
19 years of marriage doesn’t dissolve over night
What gets me through is remembering all the beauty
What helps me heal is to notice my feelings and allow them
Letting the tears flow while I face the end
Allows something new and equally beautiful to enter
“Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.” -Heraclitus I am reading a book called Open to Desire: Embracing a Lust for Life by Dr. Mark Epstein. In it, he recounts a story of playing with his son and one of his stuffies right after the 9/11 tragedy….
As a final farewell to each man I have loved and lost–whether by your deceit or mine, your projection or mine, your fears or mine–I offer this poem by Lord Byron. Today, I choose love and truth. Today, I choose joy. WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted…
The little girl in me was never told that it wasn’t okay for people to be mean to me. Growing up, I was given the clear message that I had to earn love and that I “deserved” to be punished if I made mistakes. Just being me wasn’t enough for the people and the culture…
Violated I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know where, why or in what way. I only know that it did. I know that this memory is stuck in my body and is hurting me deeply. I am ready to remember and re-member. Just as I felt another big swell of nausea and tears…