I am in transition again, my dear friends and sisters (and brothers, too; I know you’re out there). I have so many things I want to share and say, this burgeoning clarity and peace with who I am and what I expect and want from life. But it’s hard to find the time to sort out the thoughts into something approaching clarity: It’s like I am trapped in pieces of several different poems, all of them singing to me at once.
But I feel so full and good and so… open. Wide open.
I wrote this piece about the gift of loss. It takes many years for this gift to rise up out of the rubble and to be visible through the tears, but I know that this specific gift is why I feel so whole and good right now.
Life: It doesn’t make sense. Not OUR sense. But it makes sense somewhere bigger and far beyond us.
Go and read. Let me know what you think, what resonates, if anything. xo