8/31/16
I warned myself it’d be a trying and emotional trip on many levels for a myriad of reasons, so I can’t be disoriented that I’m leaving feeling wiped, a bit nauseous (literally, but that might be from the junk masquerading as “food” that I kept shoveling in attempts to suppress the stress), and heart-tender….And yet, on the very same plane, the trip was fulfilling and filled to the brim with blessings (like I got to fall in immediate swoon with Lauren Taylor and her brilliant babygirl Taylor, who are Lucy’s new amazingly awesome caregivers and who’ve gone above & beyond their caregiving duties to make her feel welcomed and me feel at ease! Love you two mucho a LAWT!)….If my strife has taught me anything (and in fact it’s taught me a phd’s worth), it’s that there are simply no absolutes, and love and pain and hardships and miracles – and everything in between – can, and often do, work in cahoots together, co-existing ever so oddly and perfectly together. I feel all the feels. I’m bigger inside than ever before..and I’m headed back to the West a little banged up but stretched ever more so in the direction of my true divine Self.
Thank you, ache, thank you, troubles. I trust the propulsion of your push.
The Blyss Catalyst 