Adventures in Living

I have longed to write again. When I say "write" I mean more than the touch of my pen to my journal pages. I mean I want to write out there... out here. To even begin to unravel the journey of my life, heart and mind these last few months would take weeks, and yet the simple summation of this time is "surrender."

We began renovating our home in October and what I thought was to be the finality of a dream to finish off our garage turned into the most painful, expansive learn experience I have had to date. Maybe that's a tad dramatic, as I'm sure learning to walk and the first time I drove were equally intense. Maybe it's just where I am in my life. So the garage was complete and the unraveling of my home, marriage, ideals, thoughts, values, and comforts began. Not only was our home violated and destroyed, but also my entire being. Once again, maybe a little dramatic, and yet, true. Sometimes it takes the craziest, most uncomfortable and disturbing experiences to bring us to a deeper awareness of self.