Today: Day 15 of Round 1
When high up in a whirlwind where does one start to describe the view?
Do you first try and figure out just how you got up there, re-tracing the steps?
Do you describe how real it feels that you may never come down again?
Or do you just paint the picture of that view to try and capture the fullness of the moment?
Even if the fall from there is the closest reality you have.
What a ride. It’s painful. It’s heart breaking. And yet it so easily becomes your new normal. The kind of normal where every moment is fully it’s own and that in itself is the beauty in focus. It is also so real and so honest, and that’s a good normal to have isn’t it.
Yesterday all I wanted was for everything to be back to normal 'normal'. Not the new normal, the old normal. I wanted to protest and rebel, those things bring change right? Ironically change is exactly what I invited into my life over the past 18 months. I do smile gently at myself for that.
Good things are happening too.
I had my first round of chemotherapy 15 days ago. Between then and now I’ve lost my soul and it found me again. I’ve changed shape and re-shaped again. Went completely silent and found voice again.
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