There, now everyone is taken care of. Here it is the season that I've come to love (minus the snow, of course). The feeling is unparalleled, even for a Buddhist. I guess it's because the world feels a bit gentler when everyone's thinking of people and sharing gifts large and small.
This year has been a struggle. Continuously having to define myself and rebuild after domestic violence. Trying to strike a balance between my life as a mama and my life outside of the house (still working that one out, by the by). And trying to iron out the money and figure out how to surface from the smoke and debris *laughing*...
But this time of year for the last two years now has been my time to reflect. Maybe it's because of my daughter. Maybe it's because the few years that I've been on the planet have made me a little wiser. Whatever it is, I've come to like this time of year.
Last Friday, I put up my purple Erotic City Christmas tree. The colors are in honor of Prince, of course, and it actually catapulted me into the season. I was kind of in a funk, but when the tree went up, things shifted. Magic dust rubbed off on the house after I was able to take it out of it's box and ponder the passing of the year and how far I'd come...
