Saying goodbye. It's something we all do at various times in our lives. Some of us do it consciously and intentionally, while some of us avoid it like the plague. This week, as the summer comes to an end and kids go back to school (or off to college for the first time), I wanted to rebroadcast a newsletter from last year when Michael and I were leaving our home of twelve years.
Yesterday Michael and I attended the memorial service of a good friend's dad who died suddenly while helping a neighbor with a project at his home. The service was moving and sad and inspiring all at the same time. Of course his family and his loved ones are reeling from their unexpected loss. As I wrote about last week, there's nothing more painful than losing so
You do not have to know all your deep dark secrets. You do not have to delve into the lurkings of your past. Yet the world holds on to the preciousness of the past. Its motive is good, to unveil the past so that you can then move on past it. But, of course, the world likes to analyze.