The rugged bff isn’t interested. Boy I wish. In so many ways he would be perfect but he is also extremely loyal to his buds, and because of that, unwilling to undermine a terrific friendship. Can’t say that I blame him. I am still going through the phases, which is in part because I got so damned sick on this trip that my sailing trip left without me, I landed in the hospital, came back to my host’s house and promptly got strep throat. No question, my body is talking to me big time.
Amanda, nobody looks forward to the un-embed part more than I do. When I think the hooks are out and the wounds have healed you will hear me holler hallelujah. If there’s a trick to it I don’t know, other than to do inside into the quiet deep, be still there, and rest in the absolute truth of my value. With, without company, young old, firm, infirm. That’s the journey, ain’t it? Nobody ever promised it would be easy.
Yeah. DAMN it. :-) thanks for your kind thoughts.