Love the idea of 'the universe in the palm of your hand'...Needed that thought...Today some uninvited, dark, hurtful memories bubbled up...e.g. going home from a ball in an early morning paper delivery ute - my drunk partner had forgotten about me...Years ago...Moving on... https://t.co/6MGlqpcime
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 10, 2020
Strange that on some days, the painful memories rise up for no real reason...More frequently these days...Maybe it's this Stage 4 Lockdown inciting them...The mood, the isolation, the loneness...That drunk partner was actually my first husband...Not the first, nor the last, time he chose to wander when we went out...Most times it was toward other women...He was a model flirt and then some...And I was a wimp putting up with it...I thought I loved him...In retrospective wisdom, blind love is not really love at all...
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Welcome to 2020 (and beyond we hope)...the year the world overturned with covid-19. This blog is intended to be an insight into my experiences this year - being wary of infection, but learning to live - see, think, wonder - differently. If you choose to comment, be supportive please. Thank you. Be safe. Namaste.