It's not such a bad thing to be lost, because it is only then that we can be found ~ Anonymous
A woman at the support group I've been going to said this about a month ago, and it struck me as particularly beautiful. Who wants to be lost? I certainly didn't. It's scary, lonely, and makes you feel vulnerable. Last year a number of unfortunate situations in my life and the flare up of the chronic illness that I live with converged, creating the perfect storm. I was lost. I didn't think I would ever find my way home again.
But sometimes we find that there are forces at work that are greater, more powerful, than our own problems and concerns. It is this force that has rescued me, swept me up in a powerful wave, and set my feet firmly upon the shore again. And I find myself up to my eyeballs in the work of becoming found again.
It's rough terrain. It's exhausting. I fall down a lot. I want to give up. But I won't. Last week I left the support group I've been going to since September. Tomorrow I'm beginning an intensive 18 week Day Program at the hospital which is like having a full time job. It runs Monday to Thursday 9 am to 4 pm and Friday for an hour. I'm nervous, but ready. If I've learned anything at the support group I've been going to it's that diving straight in and dealing with the uncomfortable work that has to be done is much easier that spending so much energy avoiding the issues! This is true. There is relief in surrender.
On to mini matters! I have at least 3 blog posts on mini matters that are itching to be written, but this blog post was screaming louder that it needed to be written. Does anybody else ever have blog posts (or writing of any kind, or art) that just WON'T leave you alone until you attend to them? It's happening to me more and more.
Love and Hugs to all my Beautiful Friends in Blog Land,