It all gets done

It's been a beautiful but disheartening process, a lot of tears have been shed, this stroll down memory lane full of reflection but not completely without thorns...but it's the first time I have been able to go there without feeling that tremble of anxiety in my chest. That intimidating shutter instead became floods of tears that felt like a silent sigh of relief when they streamed down my cheeks.

By letting it go, it all gets done.

I feel more spacious, light as a feather in this aching body. My spirit proud of it's own bravery.

By letting it go, it all gets done.

I sincerely hope you get to read it. If you've followed me so far, I think you'll like it.
I recall the words of Lynn, our dear student, who when I told her my story in her crisp anglo saxian manner said something like: "Write it so you can move on already... "

Yep, I'm ready to move on