“This is love. To fly toward a secret sky. To cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally to take a step without feet.” –Rumi
I’ve been away from my home in Perth for the past few days, spending time clear across Australia, in Melbourne and Hobart, over 4000 km away. It’s given me time to stop, get lost and perhaps to find myself just a wee bit more.
And what I’ve found is a profound feeling of gratitude for those who have been with me on this journey for the past few years – any or all the parts of it – as I’ve navigated my Greg’s illness, his passing, and the piecing together of the shattered bits of me afterward.
If you’re reading this, dear reader, you are one of those people.
After being in the world for half a century, I had gotten kinda used to myself 🙂 I got used to knowing how I was, who I was. But after he died, all that changed. I no longer recognised myself. I didn’t know how I would navigate the rest of my life.
And I certainly didn’t know that writing would become such a significant part of my journey home.
Or how important this space would be.
You have helped me because you read what I write. Because you take time out of your day to spend that time with me, probably someone you’ve never met in person.
So I want to say thank you … to you.
I’m grateful for the compassion and kindness you’ve showered me with. For the messages of love and support I receive after each and every post, for the grace and wisdom you’ve sent my way.
I had no idea how I would rebuild my life, but I never imagined that it would be this way – one word at a time, words held together by the kindness of others.
Thank you for reading them. Thank you for showing up.
PS Tomorrow is our 28th Wedding Anniversary. Mary said I should buy myself some flowers 🙂