a summoning of strength
8 takeoffs. 8 landings. with lots of stuff in between.
one piece of luggage still missing, containing the items of my everyday life.
mixed-up circadian rhythms. a bit of jet lag too.
joy and laughter, good times. tears and worry, changes on the horizon.
judgments passed by those who think they know what's best for my family, different than what we've already discovered for ourselves.
i know my sons well, and i honor and celebrate their decisions.
i know myself pretty well too, and i remain true to my values and ideals.
we falter, sometimes even fall. no matter. as long as we design and guide our individual journeys.
transitions are hard, even two years later. i believe i've arrived, though i know i haven't yet assimilated.
once again, twice in two years, my trip stateside threw me into a mini tailspin.
because one foot in each of two different worlds allows me to walk only so far in either.
i find myself in a daze, a limbo zone, much of the time. this no man's land requires a summoning of strength.
as a friend recently and eloquently stated, "landing after a leap isn't always easy." (wise words, bethanne.)
i've talked about this before, and i'll probably be talking about it again.
another year from now, maybe even three. that's okay with me.
never accepting anyone else's version of the right way means shaking up the status quo for a long time to come.
