In a different time I would have been through the door of this troubling place and already put it deeply in my soul; a special place that is hard to retrieve.
The spiritual challenges I had gone through becoming just a bad memory that I tell my great- grandchildren about.
Under normal circumstance things would be getting better by now, and I would be speaking up on ‘how it was.’
This time is different.
People and places become ‘first times’ in life and I am lost for words.
But I do stay positive even though it is so hard to motivate myself into that resilient person I used to be.
You can do it too; finding different ways to move through the hidden forest of life where you take care of yourself and others, making your way through this puzzle we call life.
Puzzling times