***Thursday, 8 January 2015***
I woke up feeling emotional, I have spent the better part of the past few days packing up my little apartment. I have to finish tackling by bedroom and getting everything else into storage today. I came back to Prescott about a year ago, after a few months in Albuquerque. I missed so many things about this crazy, little town, that my heart would not rest. I found a cute little place in one of my favorite neighborhoods and settled in. One child stayed behind, one came with, and one became the subject of a custody fight that damn near killed me. There have been times I have let the heartache of the judge's decision create so much inner suffering that I wasn't sure how my spirit would survive, but it did! Not only that, but I have gained strength and courage to keep going and keep fighting the good fight.
As I pack my whole life up once again and put all of my "physical possessions" into a storage unit so as to save up more money for my move back to NM to reunite my family, I can't help but feel teary eyed and vulnerable. The delicate balance of my strength and my delicate emotions teeters on a fine and somewhat slippery ribbon~
I refuse however, to let this world get the best of me~ I had several amazing women in my home last night for a little soiree. The kind of women who are strong and beautiful and all with their own sense of selves. I am very lucky to have such wonderful displays of love and friendship in my life!
I know that with every twist and turn, I am blessed~
I bow my head in gratitude and welcome what lies ahead with passion, grace and a smile~
~NAMASTE~
