It's been a long year. My home has been turned on it's head. It's time to reclaim my life from the grasp of grief. It's time to consecrate the ground and attend to the present. My husband returns home in 2 weeks from 13 weeks away at work. My co-housing companions have moved out. And I am alone in the house to do the work. There is much healing to be done. It seems like a task that requires Hurculean effort. But this is what mothers do. We work.
Let peace begin with me.
Let peace begin with me.
Let peace begin with me.
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Hi, Sarah. I feel your stress.
May I ask respectfully: Is there any chance you might share why the co-housing situation didn't work out?
Hugs from Mexico City!
Laura
Glad you have Linda's sage smudge stick. It's the perfect way to begin to clear the space.
Sending you a big hug Sarah.
Hi Laura. The co-housing situation worked out for many months and with relative ease of communication. We were all very happy. The couple living with us is pretty young and they have other goals that need to be explored right now. Thanks for inquiring.
Sarah
The other thing I will say, Laura, is that its really hard to live with someone (me) who is trying to get a handle on their own feelings of grief and isolation. My housemates need a life that's less complicated. Who can blame them?
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