Sometime right around now--yesterday, today, early next week--a court here in Colorado is going to affirm my lived reality and declare that in the state's view, I am no longer married.
I have written this week some explorations of what the notion of home means to me now, now that the old meaning doesn't apply.
On the meditation cushion yesterday morning, the image of a tortoise arose in my mind as symbolic of something I should now aspire to. If home is not a specific place in my world, and won't be for the foreseeable future, then to truly embrace my current life and the potential within it, I must learn to carry (in an energetic sense) my home with me wherever I go.
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I’m glad you found this one. The universe works in funny ways sometimes, eh?