I left Cleveland early his morning to finally fly back to my family. On the way through the airport, I stopped in to the non-denominational religious space in one of the terminals. I wouldn’t normally do that. I haven’t ever done that. But, seeing as how I’m still feeling a little wounded and a lot lost, I turned around.
I ducked in to the warmly lit quiet space and sat down near the front. No one else was there. I didn’t stay long. I didn’t have a lot to say. Instead, I folded my hands, bowed my head, and closed my eyes for some silence.
And in that short silence came a clear directive:
I think in my head I tried to argue back, insisting “But this! But that!” Calmly and firmly I felt redirected.
REST. Just rest.
So I will. I’m too tired to fight anyway- which really proves the point, doesn’t it? Later on I deboarded into the coldest, grayest, wettest weather I’ve seen in weeks and into the smallest, most loving arms I’ve held in my life. I spent the remainder of the day obeying the directive and soaking in their love and snuggles.
And let me tell you, it is absolute bliss. Every time they let me hold them or hug them or kiss them my heart heals a little bit. The people I love, the family I have created, help me walk back to myself. I am so fortunate to be able to heal in this beautiful place, with these loving people, and this incredible tribe of supporters. Thank you for helping me find my way here. I’ll be here resting up for a while until we start another chapter.
Give ‘Em Hell