Hi Shannon,
I wanted to tell you, I have been reading this post for the past couple of days, a paragraph at a time. There's so much passion, "real" - Soul, here. Do you know how much beauty that is? How rare? You are completely open and accessible and share what is often something oversighted or distracted from with this or that, especially these days with how easy it is to do just that, distract...
I read each paragraph and after each would walk for a bit or look at the sky and take in the next and the next.
Ironically, we have similar, on so many levels, experiences, down to the dumpster diving, letting storage units go and just watching as people take and when you think there's nothing left for them to take, there seems to be found a way to take...well, that pretty much sums up the past 5 years of my own living experience.
One of my first articles was, "Earth, did they say first or second planet on my right?" Meaning, man I feel like Allice in the looking glass. Not pity, just everything is so backwards and if you want to ride those waves, it seems like you need to take drugs, stay topical or go digital diving into the next worlds of illusion. There are so many...
I can see them and what's odd or perplexing is more the word I'm looking for, it's almost painful for people to put the digital down and deal - it's almost antiquated.
My husband goes into deep depression when he can't "fiddle" forget the pulse running through someone's veins, the wonders of the universe...it's just too overwhelming, but it's real. I see it in teens and unhappy relationships how easy it is to just send with a click of a button something that can ruin a person's life and as of late, push someone over the edge in that they can't emotionally keep up and just decide to end it all.
I've been working with a teenage suicide and she was the one that was real, not the environment that pushed her over the edge.
I think I'd like to write something on the art of letting go.
I think as much as we put our hearts into things, belongings, people, and I can totally relate to the commissioned portrait of your son, What's happening is that we are gifting bits and pieces of our Soul.
Where we come out of it is that our Souls are of infinite value - they churn and turn into a composite of both positive and negative experiences...((hugs))
