Nonetheless, I am grateful for that sinking tap root. I am beyond grateful. Beyond.
Over the past week I've witnessed in undeniable ways the potent holistic value of my relationship with Nona Gaia and her kin, and I honor with increasing valor their steadfast willingness to support me. And all of us.
A lot has happened over the past week. A fucking lot. For all of us.
Nine days ago I made the decision to cancel all classes and gathers. A week ago, that personal pi day bomb dropped.
And I'm still sorting the shards.
It's a strange, unnerving, unsettling experience to learn something about oneself in one's 61st year of life. Something that was never sought. Something that was never requested. A story conveyed by one who owned not the story. A story conveyed in written word, peppered with (typical) passive aggressive judgement to boot. I almost didn't open that letter. But it wouldn't have mattered, because the poison was shared with others and would have made its way to me anyway. On day six. Because it did. Anyway. This remarkably personal bomb was dropped on others before it was dropped on me.
It's so fucked up.
Eight days ago my personal life had deep roots and footing. I was a grounded person. My stem was strong and straight. Seven days ago that all changed.
I didn't ask for this.
I understand that life happens. Heck, I say it all the time. Life happens. We all receive unrequested gifts. That's how it rolls.
Yet this was not She's story to tell.
This is hard, hard work.
And it's come at a time when I'm unable to sit with friends to share it, hash it, heal it.
And that adds to the hurt.
Forgiveness will come hard. Yet, sweet Nona Gaia, in the name of all that is sacred and holy, it must come. And you will help me. And I am grateful. Grateful for this sinking tap root.
Peace. 🕊
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