Coming Home

photo by Patricia

When floundering the answers come from others because their lives look so calm and together. For a soul shattered this symbiotic interaction became necessary. To lean on Samuel feels like defeat. With head in hands, feeling as if there is no other recourse, my grief is expressed.

Feelings floating out there, out of me, brings lightness to my being as if a cloud of foul vapors has been exhaled. He offers a few words of support and that is all that is needed. I know my way ‘home’ even if veering from the path for a while.

In times of confusion reaching out feels like the only way to regain balance, and that’s OK.  To live on my path means finding my own way back.

A life lived with pieces spinning is no life. It is robotic, all parts separated from each other and each working as single entities. Once moments of wholeness are experienced, the cracking and spinning that occurs with various life events are more poignantly painful and uncomfortable because the sweetness of feeling whole has spun away.

Come home to yourself… as many times as needed, you can find your way back.

 

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