where do i begin. how do i begin.
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i guess i'll start by saying that if anyone had told me years ago, "once you start blogging and putting yourself out there, you'll never stand alone"
i probably would have turned and walked away, while thinking "what a nut job"
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on a daily basis, especially when things are good, the love and support i receive from all of you,
from all over the world, is what keeps me doing what i love to do.
writing, sharing, taking photos and generally just loving life.
but
the support and love and understanding and compassion
that all of you have sent my way in the past 48 hours
has literally kept me afloat.
my world had become blurry
and
i was sinking
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confusion and anger does that to a person. so do tears. but with the outpouring of love from all of you, the confusion became clearer, the anger subsided a bit and the tears slowed down.
with all of you behind me, cheering me on
"you can do this"
"you will get through this"
i woke up this morning believing it and feeling lighter. that someone else was carrying the load for me
of course with all of your prayers
we know who that someone is
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so thank you. all of you.
for being here and giving me what i needed.
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for all of the personal emails, thank you. for all of you who have stood where i'm standing now, bless you. for all of you who have ever thought "i can't share my personal life here" you can.
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i wanted to respond to each and everyone of your comments, but i felt overwhelmed in doing so. i hope you can truly appreciate this group thank you.
and
the mushrooms
well they represent of all of us
standing together and supporting each other
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Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again.The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy. ~ Pema Chödrön
