The past couple weeks have been emotionally rough for me. I won't go into any more details than in the post below...though that doesn't even begin to cover it. Suffice to say, I have been slowly coming to the resolve that I need to move on. To let the chips fall where they are and allow my energy to gather and focus on "the next thing"...new people, new experiences, new acceptance that what is isn't necessarily good or bad, it simply is. It is my own mind that attaches meaning to it. And, here's the kicker, I can choose that meaning. Huh. There's something on which to meditate.
...but anyway, back to that blindly reaching hand...
I received an email this morning from a friend, Dear Gentle One, that I had almost put into that I-love-her-and-really-miss-her-but-think-we've-moved-in-different-directions part of my heart. There are so many people in that part of my heart that adding Dear Gentle One hurt a bit. But then I opened my email and found her words. And the comfort and relief of re-realizing the sameness in us...of finding like in another human being...brought me to tears. And I was so grateful for her words. She reminded me that some people will always be there, even unexpectedly, and that helped heal part of my heart. She also reminded me of my worth, and at a time when it's hard for me to find it on my own, that reminder could be life-saving. So thank you, Dear Gentle One. Though far apart, you are always in my heart.
**I'd also like to thank an old friend that sent unexpected support as well. Thank you, Valley Girl.