Married to a wonderful man who is my best friend; enjoying deep friendships, relatively good health, close relationships with my grown children, and the opportunity to experience the beauty of natural places up close every day.
It hasn’t come easily, not at all.
And I believe that because it hasn’t come easily, I can feel great compassion for those who struggle.
I was a child through the 1950s and came of age in the turbulent 60s. Early in life, I experienced loss, change and illness, and especially loneliness.
I tried to come to terms with all of it–
First, through some pretty unhealthy and dangerous coping mechanism, and later–
Through voracious reading, writing, and searching for a connection to the God I’d heard about but didn’t know.
In the basic goodness of all: people, nature, non-human beings, Source (by whatever name one chooses to call it), and I believe it is imperative that we extend them (and ourselves) respect, compassion, and loving tenderness over and over and over again.
I believe that there is a Power greater than ourselves–
Although I admit that this is the belief with which I have the most difficulty, so the search and struggle continue.
I have arrived at the place in my life where I can now accept certain aspects of myself:
I am an introvert who loves to spend long periods of time alone. I like small groups better than big, deep conversations over small talk.
I am an HSP — highly sensitive person — and I now admit to this, even though it is usually derided by our society.
I tend to relate to animals better than I relate to people, and that is the reason I choose not to eat them–people or animals.
I am messy, disorganized and often show up to functions (if I attend them at all) late and usually leave early.
Aho, Blessed Be, Namasté, and Amen.