The Journey

Hello, world! Did you think I had forgotten you in the self-absorption of the past few months? Well, I had not.

Did you think I had fallen into a crevice under a rock never to be seen or heard from again? Well, I have not.

It has, indeed, felt as if I have been living in a tiny hole, lost to the light of the real world, scrambling to dig my way out of it. But alas, a ray has come to show me the way and I find myself slowly emerging as if from a Twain-like slumber full of bizarre people, places, and things. “And you were there, and you were there, and you were there….”

As I emerge, I am still putting the pieces back into some semblance of logical order in my mind, but I must confess that I’m not sure they will ever truly fit together. The delicious drama of the saga of my work life, which I have come to endearingly term “The Jobs of Our Lives,” has raged on as a new season has premiered and reached its finale in something more akin to a mini-series on this go around. (I also considered “As the Job Turns,” but “The Jobs of Our Lives” seems more appropriately all-inclusive.)

With the recent and ongoing conclusion of this installment, there has been an enormous amount of work to do in the unpacking and processing of the events of recent months. In fact, the level of core darkness in myself with which life’s most recent events have brought me into communion is like nothing I have ever known before; and therefore, it has required of me something that I have never done before: a new level of letting go, and ultimately, forgiveness.

Suffice to say, I am not yet prepared to go into all the gory details of what I have been seeing and experiencing. But despite the seeming drama of it all, I can now see a horizon in the distance which gleams with the suggestion that this moment could actually be a pivotal turning point in my personal saga of enslavement, victimhood, and oppression. I hope and pray that this is the case and I am cultivating the willingness to meet the required lessons with openness and courage to make this so. There is a tantalizing thought teasing me from the curtains of my own mind that whispers, “I may never have to suffer the agony and turmoil of ‘The Jobs of Our Lives’ saga ever again.”

And while I have been buried deep in that crevice for a minute now, I have missed babbling into the blogosphere about my personal journey and the discoveries it brings. But babbling is about all I can muster at this point as I am still deep in the processing, uncovering and integrating phase. …Or maybe not. That could change in just a second. So, who knows? Today, I’m just casting a line back out here to see how it feels.

Thanks for listening,
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