I’ve been absent from my blog for a little while. Absent from a lot of things.
If you recall a metaphor from one of my first few posts about the waves, I recently experienced one of those violent waves that changes the landscape of the shore.
Perhaps not in the way I meant it back then though.
It’s been difficult relearning the new shoreline, so I’ve been taking time to examine it, and walk along it.
There are jagged parts that are difficult to walk along now.
My friends have been helping me cross those. Holding my hands while I cry at the pain of it, and then standing with me as I look at the small ruined section of beach, and miss the old one.
At first it felt like the entire landscape had changed.
Now though I see it’s just a portion. It’s ugly, and painful, but it’s a part of my shoreline now, and maybe someday the waves will make it a little less jagged.
Either way I’m here, I’m walking past it, I’m moving forward with the people who made it across with me, and life will go on.
It has been a painful, and deeply personal process. One that I’m still going through. I’ve found my voice again I think, so that’s nice. It’s a little scratchy, and worn. A bit unfamiliar, like that section of the shore now is, but it’s mine.
I’m still standing.
My perspective may be slightly altered, my feet scarred, but I am still here and I am still me.
Nothing will change that truth.
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Gracefully Honest 