There is still colour. There is magic. But i miss my people. I miss those i have shared so much with over the years. I miss their input in the daily dance of parenting. I miss the easy dance of the likeminded, those who know and love you and have been with you through the dark nights and joys. I want to find ways to weave my different worlds. I want to find ways to be present to those i love but who dwell far away. You know who you are. Yes, you. And you, and you.
I think this is perhaps an internal shift and change of perspective.
Part of it, is being at ease with the choices i have made.
Guilt at leaving. (Useless i know)
Bridging the gulf between me then and who i am today.
I am getting there.