There are no words to describe what I experience each time I approach an intersection or hear the wale of a siren. A sense of security that I once had no longer exists. And that's okay. See, I am healthy and living a full life. More importantly, I have decided to pursue a dream. I am teaching others to knit and working towards opening my very own knit shop. I am living my life with passion and purpose and I'm doing so one day at a time.
This is what it means to be held, how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. This is what it is to be loved and to know that the promise was when everything fell, we'd be held.
As you read this post, I want to challenge you. One year from now, make sure that you are not where you are today.
Until next time...