One thing is for sure, life never happens in a straight line — besides, it would be pretty boring if it did!
After you "went," I would occasionally say a silent prayer for protection and for the hope that you would find whatever it was you were looking for; a change of pace; a change of scenery. Sometimes we need a "blank canvas," and the only way to get that is a change of venue; patching up the old ends up feeling like we just painted white over what already was and just a few sunny/rainy days would be enough to allow that old image to bleed through.
I guess I should know, having picked up my entire life and moved clear across the USA, some 18 years ago.
Sounds like you have landed well. And that warms my heart.
xo
Aint that the truth!!!!
I know well, that if there was ever going to be anyone who would have a deep understanding for the ebb and flow of life - it would be you! I honestly felt like I was drowning back then and my moms passing literally threw me over the edge. I genuinely couldn't cope without her... I did not know how - she was my best friend and my emotional rock.
It took me a LONG time to even acknowledge how much I was crumbling internally, and it continues to be a slow process, so I do try to be kinder and more patient with myself these days.
So good to re-connect!!!!
Looking forward to much more of it!
Happy Hump Day @denmarkguy!! xxx
PS. I still have so MANY of your tracks on my playlist which have made their appearances regularly along the way :)
A wise person once told me that "grieving doesn't come with a schedule," and it looks different for every single person on the planet. It was offered to me after I was trying to process an ostensible "friend's" insistence that I just "needed to get over" the passing of the aunt who had helped raise me.
Sometimes, there is no "getting over." Period. End of story. I prefer to think of our journeys as examples of the Japanese artform of Kintsugi, in which our "damage" is not something to hide, but something of beauty that makes us stronger, as people.
Ah yes... the bane of those always perceived by others as "the strong and capable one who has their shit together!" Little do they know that most of the time we are just "winging it" as we go! Being kind to ourselves — and allowing ourselves to receive and absorb that kindness — part of those healthy boundaries we must have, even if it sometimes means that we end up almost completely cycling through our circle of friends and... "I THOUGHT they were friends."
Ditto! Sometimes I quietly sit in awe of how deeply we can be touched and be left with the gentle but indelible imprints of someone halfway around the globe whom we have never met. I'm glad you're back.
That's so cool! Life without music is... well... it's not really life, is it? I'm sure I shall be sending a choon or two your way, as the moments invite it.
❤️
P.S.: Still trying to parse Jude being a teenager... where the eff does time go?