Sunday, December 31, 2017
Back to the Suburban Grind: New path
Back to the Suburban Grind: New path: I have been grateful to share my life and my feelings and hopes and thoughts all these years on this blog. It has truly been one of my grea...
New path
I have been grateful to share my life and my feelings and hopes and thoughts all these years on this blog. It has truly been one of my great joys. It was in writing my first blog City Mom in the Jungle during my years living in Barbados that I allowed myself to be seen as I am. I was scared, vulnerable, angry, hopeful, desperate, and alone. I'd never been shown compassion as I'd been in those early days by people I'd never seen or met. In writing I could allow myself to say things I'd never dare speak aloud, often would not even allow myself to think.
I find myself thinking and dreaming and wanting to create from this magic place and do more creative, spiritual work. It's been a long time, I know. I've not been able to find the words for what I feel right now in the world, have felt pensive and contemplative, meditative and reflective. I need to be in that space, to do the work of healing and clearing, to be more introspective. I've shared to connect and I think I have, but now I need time to untangle the cobwebs at my heart, the rope at my throat, the knot in my pit. This is a journey that I need to take on my own, in solitude.
The archived posts will still be here and I am hopeful that you might come back to them from time to time. I might even re-post on occasion. But the new year, full moon, and new birthday seemed as good a time as any to make my way and to say goodbye to Repatriated Mama. I have long been repatriated. I am home. I'll now seek to know it without the weight of expectation and judgment, the responsibility of explaining, sharing, forgiving, coddling, or placating. I'll let myself learn the truth I'd danced around for so many years and I'll find my legs, my wings, and my direction.
Thank you so very much.
I find myself thinking and dreaming and wanting to create from this magic place and do more creative, spiritual work. It's been a long time, I know. I've not been able to find the words for what I feel right now in the world, have felt pensive and contemplative, meditative and reflective. I need to be in that space, to do the work of healing and clearing, to be more introspective. I've shared to connect and I think I have, but now I need time to untangle the cobwebs at my heart, the rope at my throat, the knot in my pit. This is a journey that I need to take on my own, in solitude.
The archived posts will still be here and I am hopeful that you might come back to them from time to time. I might even re-post on occasion. But the new year, full moon, and new birthday seemed as good a time as any to make my way and to say goodbye to Repatriated Mama. I have long been repatriated. I am home. I'll now seek to know it without the weight of expectation and judgment, the responsibility of explaining, sharing, forgiving, coddling, or placating. I'll let myself learn the truth I'd danced around for so many years and I'll find my legs, my wings, and my direction.
Thank you so very much.
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