Saturday morning pondering…

I have sat down to write this about a half a dozen times. For me being able to reflect on and put an experience into words usually means I have accepted and processed it. The best and the worst moments of this human experience, although words do not always do either justice, have been spilled out and linked together in the name of honoring and healing. If you know me, you know that every sentence up to and including this one is a siren or an internal alert that maybe THIS needs some more work from me on a personal level... before my words will let it out. It would be remiss of me to not share that a part of me feels like maybe this time – this experience – whatever this was – is bigger than words… or maybe it’s not meant to be understood. Perhaps the lesson is not one that can be recounted for others to absorb – perhaps it is the kind that must be experienced firsthand and watering it down into syllables would be nothing short of disrespectful. You cannot always relay all that your soul knows or does not know, but what I do know is that it wasn’t all for nothing. I am exactly where I am meant to be, and whatever it was helped me become this version of me…

and it is indescribable how much I love her.