i am involved in something very special . . . a lovely women’s facebook group that i created in january 2017 and continue to moderate. (some of you reading this today are already members – thank you!)
the group began with a complimentary course that explored AWARENESS, my first essential element, and has evolved beautifully from there.
it’s been cutting me
to the core.
something i can’t quite make
sense of intellectually,
yet still causing me to grieve.
deeply, emotionally.
recently stronger fuel has been added
to this fire of angst and betrayal.
and i’ve cried.
oh, how i’ve cried.
this week i was reminded of a blog post i wrote,
on a september day 4 years ago.
a memory of a different point in my journey,
but with such reminiscent feelings.
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choices | september 3, 2014
there has been a definite chill in the air
since the calendar page turned to september.
one woman curled up on the sofa in the living room, with a blanket and a cup of coffee. another creating a vision board in the library. a third walking the path in the secret garden, exclaiming over the dates on the antique pottery.
since returning from the states a month ago, i’ve been tending to dwell in a few dark places. (especially during my early-morning-i-should-be-asleep-but-am-totally-awake hours.) struggling a bit with loneliness, which is spilling over into questioning the trajectory of my path. at this point, i’m not sure exactly what i need to pull myself up and out of this overcast-sky feeling.
august 15 is an important day in italy.
a widely celebrated national holiday called ferragosto.
introduced by the emperor augustus in 18 BC
and coinciding with a catholic holy day,
it’s considered the height of the italian summer.
kicking off what being “on holiday” is all about.
Sometimes we women struggle to keep our self intact. We lose our vital connection to self. We rob ourselves of the magic and exhilaration that make up our extraordinary and unparalleled uniqueness.
There are many ways in which an inauthentic existence might steal from you:
It might steal your feelings.
hey there! are you still hoping to capture some summer magic this year?
here are a few things you can do to make that happen:
or maybe you should just skip all of the above and extend the magic this way:
8 takeoffs.
8 landings.
with lots of stuff in between.
one piece of luggage still missing,
containing the items of my everyday life.
mixed-up circadian rhythms.
a bit of jet lag too.
joy and laughter, good times.
tears and worry, changes on the horizon.
