This week was about love.

The kind of love you get to experience with your partner of nearly 20 years. Where you can marvel at how a little change, a little vacation, a little time, can make it feel new again. It only takes a little.

This week was about home.

The home you make with rhythm. The rhythm of habits and of celebrations. The rhythm of moving about your space, brushing up against the items and the people inhabiting it. The rhythm of dirtying and cleaning again. The rhythm of outbursts followed by silence and sheepish apologies.

This week was about emotion.

The emotions that run in the deep river of your memory. The emotions that stay hidden until the river rises, pushing the water of tears to the line just beneath your eyes. Emotion that can happen without drama. Emotion that heals but drains in its wake.

This week was about loosening the strings.

The strings that hold you tight to a routine. The strings that tow you to the lines you've drawn in the sand. The strings that weave your values together with your lifestyle. What will you allow, and not allow?

This week was liminal.

A liminal pause. A moment to assess and recommit to your goals from the spring. A moment to find a way to be this new you. A moment to witness the past with curiosity and make a new prayer for the future. An in between state.

This week was about moving on.

To realize the past is gone, and whatever comes next will be by your own design. A time to reassess what you really want, and what you feel is possible. A time to recommit to your grander goals while moving forward with what is here now.

Cancer Blessings to All