Another great piece! How beautifully you write about the juxtaposition of life's duality.
The woman on the rock looks radiant. It's almost as if the woman on the Moroccan courtyard was basking in the light, while the woman on the rock emits it.
Thank you Arpita! The woman in Morocco was very unhappy and she didn’t know it. How could she everything looked great on the outside. The dismantling had to happen. She had to rebuild. That rebuilding, putting her life together, getting on the path of healing, now she is truly happy and emits it.
Geri, you write so eloquently for all of us going through life and wondering "why." Why is this my life, why do I have these particular relationships, what can I change, how much do I have to carry, where is the joy. We do the work and we strive to make it better and now I am wondering how much of the work now -- at this point in our lives -- is letting go and surrendering what is not our a to carry.
I had my own thoughts about this today. About how I have these familial relationships with people who are limited and how I have made it my job to make them richer and more whole. And ached when I have felt unsatisfied and unmet. I just assumed this was my responsibility. I dare not put the burden down, because then what becomes of these relationships? Maybe whatever becomes of them is ok.
"Rebuilding a life as it is falling apart." I am living this too. I want to get to the other side. But maybe I already am, and it's just a matter of letting go of what's not really mine to carry any more.
Thank you for another piece that brings me lightness and hope.
What you wrote, "How much of the work now is letting go and surrendering what is not ours to carry."
I think you are right. It is one of the hardest things to learn. We are so trained to carry. To fix. To make people more whole than they are willing to become themselves. And we ache when it doesn't work, as if the aching is proof we didn't try hard enough.
Maybe trying harder was never the answer.
What you said at the end gave me chills. "Maybe I already am on the other side, and it's just a matter of letting go." I think you already know the answer.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for going so deep with me. This is exactly why I share my life.
Beautiful juxtaposition-reflection 🪞
Another great piece! How beautifully you write about the juxtaposition of life's duality.
The woman on the rock looks radiant. It's almost as if the woman on the Moroccan courtyard was basking in the light, while the woman on the rock emits it.
Thank you Arpita! The woman in Morocco was very unhappy and she didn’t know it. How could she everything looked great on the outside. The dismantling had to happen. She had to rebuild. That rebuilding, putting her life together, getting on the path of healing, now she is truly happy and emits it.
Geri, you write so eloquently for all of us going through life and wondering "why." Why is this my life, why do I have these particular relationships, what can I change, how much do I have to carry, where is the joy. We do the work and we strive to make it better and now I am wondering how much of the work now -- at this point in our lives -- is letting go and surrendering what is not our a to carry.
I had my own thoughts about this today. About how I have these familial relationships with people who are limited and how I have made it my job to make them richer and more whole. And ached when I have felt unsatisfied and unmet. I just assumed this was my responsibility. I dare not put the burden down, because then what becomes of these relationships? Maybe whatever becomes of them is ok.
"Rebuilding a life as it is falling apart." I am living this too. I want to get to the other side. But maybe I already am, and it's just a matter of letting go of what's not really mine to carry any more.
Thank you for another piece that brings me lightness and hope.
Thank you for this brave and honest reply.
What you wrote, "How much of the work now is letting go and surrendering what is not ours to carry."
I think you are right. It is one of the hardest things to learn. We are so trained to carry. To fix. To make people more whole than they are willing to become themselves. And we ache when it doesn't work, as if the aching is proof we didn't try hard enough.
Maybe trying harder was never the answer.
What you said at the end gave me chills. "Maybe I already am on the other side, and it's just a matter of letting go." I think you already know the answer.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for going so deep with me. This is exactly why I share my life.