It’s hard to let go of our children, even when we think we’re ok with it.
I thought I was so brave and at peace leaving Richard at college yesterday. Not a tear! Yet I found it hit me today. I wasn’t as balanced or as “together” as usual. While at yoga we did a heart opening exercise and I cried uncontrollably. I guess I needed to actually face letting go. It was THEN that I found peace, inside and out.
I know he is exactly where he needs to be and is very responsible and capable of making good decisions. I also know, from my first son, that they transform & return as beautiful, colorful and individual butterflies!!
Nameste!
It’s hard letting go at any age. I remember it being particularly difficult at 5, 11, 16, 20. Looking back it was about every 4-6 years! Each time it felt like they were going FOREVER! I realized they are like boomerangs! They return when you throw them! They can’t return if they’re not thrown!
Every time I throw my boomerangs I get better at throwing and they come back stronger each and every time! I didn’t think it was possible, but I love my boys more each and every day!… Continue reading
As the water hits the shore I’m reminded of a story of how each of us can make a difference, right now, with the small, simple things we do.
The dancer smiled, picked up another starfish and gently tossed it beyond the waves, back into the sea.
“I made a difference to that one!” he said. Continue reading
Happy Valentine’s Day!
We grow, either individually or together, not by hating what’s wrong, but by loving what’s right.
Very often through the frustrations of life we focus on those negative things that push our buttons. We forget the things that gave us joy about those we love most, particularly about our significant other.
When we fall in love we seem to admire the attributes in our prospective partner that we don’t see in ourselves. The old saying is “opposites attract”. Often over time those things that once captivated us about the “love of our life” become the traits we grow to despise! What causes us to scorn the things we once admired and the person we once loved? Perhaps it’s because we struggle to be what… Continue reading
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