Musings
Suffering the loss of a loved one is part of life. We all know it. Makes no difference though, when loss comes to call as it did for me in 1998. Suddenly, and totally unexpectedly, my beloved was gone, gone, gone.
I wrote this song ,which still today, happy as I am, startles me with the depths of its painful reflections.
The good news is...I lived through it, learned from it, made a subsequent mistake because of my assumptions about having healed from it, then really healed and found 'the perfect one' waiting for me. She was waiting for me to go through all of that, and emerge more whole, and more able to love.
'Aint it the way!
We walk our path, stumble, get up, and finally look back one day in deepest appreciation for having been able to rise wiser, and perhaps more beautifully adorned by our scars.
I wrote this song ,which still today, happy as I am, startles me with the depths of its painful reflections.
The good news is...I lived through it, learned from it, made a subsequent mistake because of my assumptions about having healed from it, then really healed and found 'the perfect one' waiting for me. She was waiting for me to go through all of that, and emerge more whole, and more able to love.
'Aint it the way!
We walk our path, stumble, get up, and finally look back one day in deepest appreciation for having been able to rise wiser, and perhaps more beautifully adorned by our scars.