I woke up early this morning. Early enough for a sunrise hot tub. Yay. And as I sat in the orange pink stillness my mind wandered to the book I started skimming last night – Anthony de Mello's Stop Fixing Yourself: Wake up, All is Well. While there's likely more wisdom
I'm feeling anxious about my living situation. My mother generously loaned us her apartment while we work through the divorce. In an effort to make things easier on the kids, we've been swapping homes every week – one week in the apartment, one week in the house with the kids. My
Letting go is hard. After so many years it feels like cutting off a limb. Some moments I weep and lick my bloody wound. Other moments, I am wind and water and light. The script wants me to complain – "Will this rollercoaster ride ever end?" But I am the director.
Relationships come in many shapes: a single point, a dotted line, a straight line, a jagged zig zag, a gently curved line. Ours was a long line – more than 25 years long – with peaks and valleys, smooth flat sections, winding, colourful parts, and a long section towards the end that