It has been two years exactly since we landed in Calgary and started a new chapter in our lives. So much has happened since then – death, divorce, love, friendship, pain, healing… we have pretty much covered it all. And not a moment goes by where I am not thanking God for bringing us back home where we belong.
Being back in our tribe, having people to share our lives with, being able to see the mountains every day – none of this is to be underestimated.
Healing is hard. Or at least it has been for us. I feel often like we have just managed to heal up some wounds and the attacks come again, or old wounds are reopened. And yet we all are so much farther along than we were even 6 months ago. It all had its time and it all has a lesson.
I keep coming to that – that I need to make sure I learn the lesson in the experiences because I know they are there and they are changing how I live my life.
This evening I got together with a couple of my cousins. We are so fortunate that we have this tight group – I was born with a ready made tribe of female friends. We can pretty much share anything with each other which is a rare and important quality in a friend.
Driving the boy to basketball tonight for his time if happiness I had to pull off the road. The sunset was amazing.