It’s been a while.
Honestly, things haven’t gotten easier, or more clear for me on what I’m contributing from this space, which is largely why I haven’t been in touch. When I pulled back from writing and offering parenting support last year I didn’t know what would be next, as my heart still feels called, lightly, to both activities.
Why the seemingly sudden movement to pull back from what is so valuable to me, and has been for so long? Writing has always been a part of me, yet I barely feel inspired to put pen to paper, even in a journal. Supporting parents has been part of my life since my oldest was a toddler, and she’s now sixteen.
Sometimes inner movements don’t make full sense to the logical mind. The mind which wants it all figured out, now. It’s like I’m in some sort of void with all of this, and although it’s confusing and painful at times, the inner drive to be patient continues to be stronger than the discomfort, thankfully.
Along the way, I often think of you and those I interact with sparingly on social media. As I say my morning prayers, move through yoga asanas, wash my dishes, watch my children play, soak up the sun at sunrise or sunset, feel frustration and bring compassion to my tone — I think of all of you who are also walking this life path. Whether you’re friends, family or someone I’ve not yet met in person, I’m thinking of you as life continually calls me to surrender the unease I feel about certain aspects of my life right now. Just wanted you to know.
When all else is in question, we can always rely on that which sustains us.
Are you struggling as a parent? If so, I’d like to share something with you: a story and some hope.