Hello, friends!
Dunno what your week has been like but it’s been a roller coaster ride of emotions over here. Who says kids are the only ones who move through emotions quickly?
I was walking yesterday to the grocery store and I cried with grief, laughed with joy and felt all the things in between.
This has been a week of lots of change. I decided to move last week, found an apartment, and jumped through what felt like a ton of hoops to get it. My daughter turned two! And my work bestie left the country! NOTE – Steph is still my work bestie – we just moved into the virtual realm.
Lots of change. How has it affected me? Swimming through an array of emotions, thoughts, and inspiration.
It has also left me feeling super open. I am open to seeing the many signs the universe is giving me that all this is good stuff. I keep seeing hummingbirds — joy medicine. I had a chance encounter with a woman who shared a very similar death story about her mother with me — thanks to a communal table at a coffee shop. Within 10 minutes of us talking, I was brought to tears from her story.
There are so many stories. There are a few we share. The details vary, but the theme is the same.
As I sit here and write to you, the theme of my week is forming. Loss.
I am in a state of mourning. Mourning the home I had made, the baby who is turning into a little person, big changes in my personal relationships, my mother’s passing and who I thought I was. Whew. I think I need to lie down.
Before I jump into what’s to happen next, I will sit here and just feel the heaviness of these losses.
Reminding myself that I don’t need to look/justify/explain why and instead just simply feel.
Dear friends – this is your friendly reminder to breathe into exactly where you are. Whether it’s the beginning, middle or end of something. You don’t have to sit here for long, but let’s sit here together for a bit.
There’s a saying on the west coast – if you don’t like the weather, just wait a little while; it will change.
This will change. All of this will change, again and again, and again and again and again…you get the point.
Sending you a warm and gentle hug,
Clara
