The other day, the man who has been in my life and in my heart for what feels like a long time, now, asked me a question. The question had something to do with contentment. He asked me, as I sat here in another life…in this room in Ireland…if my life had “turned out.”
I replied that my life is in continuous movement…like a river.
Of course it is.
My life hasn’t “turned-out” yet, because it isn’t over. Isn’t that a marvelous thing…a wonder?
It continues to move. It continues to change. I continue to feel.
I had heard “feel your feelings” from many different directions until, sometimes, it had sounded a lot like when I was child being told to “eat my vegetables”. I didn’t want to do that. It hurt.
I see that I don’t look at it that way, anymore. My feelings are my guides..my breadcrumbs. I am learning more and more to put my shields down and to meet them. Sometimes I even run to meet them, now. There is forgiveness in that, for myself and for everything. Feeling my feelings is a well of mercy, and kindness.
So…
Has my life turned out?
To be continued…