There they are, my husband and children, loving me through the dark night of disillusion. In quiet and compassion those who know me best patiently carry-on, carry me, move and breathe in love for us all. They witness my struggle knowing I must do it myself in order to be free just as, to live, the butterfly must exit the cocoon and stretch her new wings alone.
Here I am, exhausted and catapulted to joy!
"...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." Psalm 30:5Thank you, Tom and kids! Your love is a mystery to me, a beautiful mystery."