The Bobs. I remember a song of theirs from the 80s. "First I was a hippie, then I was a stockbroker, now I am a hippie again."
Many times, I have identified with that song. I was once a hippie mama. When I got divorced, I got a job at a lending company. Yearning to do work that reflected my values, I eventually quit that job and went to massage school, shedding my office attire and ways, and feeling my hippie mama aura return. Now, the song comes to mind as I put this blog on hold while I begin again at another location. For me, though, the lyrics would be, "First I was an activist, then I was a ?, now I am a lost, loving supporter. There is no "again" for my song. I'm not going back to the theme of my first blog. I must have graduated to a higher, more challenging level.
The last two weeks have been beyond intense. As if one moment, we were walking down the beach, noticing the beautiful waves, breathing in the marine air, feeling the hot sun, and then the next moment, the world turns upside down, out of control, with nothing to hold on to.
I know that this experience of having the ground pulled out from beneath us is not an experience that is unique. Every human gets to have it at some point. I also know that I have never walked this particular upside down world before, and I'm working to navigate it.
If you want to follow the path that my sweet Mr. CFP (Michael) and I will be taking for now, you can visit my new blog, "Healing into Life".
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