When the bottom drops out of your world, it is Scarey.......
And Sad.....
For a long time, every time I scraped myself off the floor, it felt like a Mack truck came by and knocked me back down again.
Over the past couple years, I have been making feeble attempts to rebuild; but it still kept feeling like there were more losses to be endured...... to be survived......
I still had a "homeless" feeling.
Yesterday, for the first time, I experienced that feeling of having a "new bottom".
And it feels like NOW I can start to rebuild.
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PWW, Absolutely right on the money.
You can't build a house, let alone a high rise unless you've excavated down to "rock bottom".
That excavation, remember in my "about me", the wheelbarrows, is what you and I, and a lot of visitors to our sites have been doing since August.....
Don't think we're done....there are still little patches of loose sand to rmove and replace with concrete.
But, I think we're getting there my friend.......
Wollf
Thank you, Wollf. This is another example of what my mother calls my backwards way of doing things. I never was good at planning things out; I just respond to something that speaks from deep inside me; and never have the words for what I am doing until after I'm done.
I guess once again it has been proven that we can trust the process.
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