I've been looking through my posts and I can see that the last letter I wrote, was the end of July. Nearly ten weeks ago. Ten weeks? These last couple of months, I feel I've lived through ten years. Those who read regularly will know that back in Spring, my world fell apart as I discovered my husband’s affair. A lot has happened since then, and if you’re coming to this saga late, you can always read through chronologically by starting
A lovely and touching post, Cary. At the least, all these experiences of ours will deepen our creative practice, as it moulds and shapes who we are as we struggle - first, to accept the situation, and finally- to resolve it within ourselves. 25 years on I have to admit that I’m still working on that one! We are all W.I.P. With love and thanks, Lisa 😊🌞
A lovely and touching post, Cary. At the least, all these experiences of ours will deepen our creative practice, as it moulds and shapes who we are as we struggle - first, to accept the situation, and finally- to resolve it within ourselves. 25 years on I have to admit that I’m still working on that one! We are all W.I.P. With love and thanks, Lisa 😊🌞
I love your honest way of writing, Cary. Thanks for sharing and your openness.