Too often I sense my grieving keeps me focused on things outside my control. However, with time and loving intention, my grieving gives way to a renewed focus on my own patterns, roles, choices, and opportunities.
I long for the chance to show C what is under the armor. I long for the chance to explore what C and I could create together...but that life is dead.
136: Forgotten I've spent much time and energy focused on my Ugly and working through my pain and loss. As such, I've stopped examining what was beautiful and good. It has created a myopic and unbalanced perspective on Our lives.
Friday's Guest Writer: Icepicks and Other Homeopathic Remedies (10) How do I get you out of my head? Maybe if I pour gasoline in my ear, and light it on fire. Or stick an ice pick through my eyeball.