The Stubbornness of Caregiving
What is your relationship to caregiving?
Can you receive it with grace?
Can you offer it without losing yourself?
Can you allow the full range of your humanity—light and shadow—to exist within the caregiving arena?
What is your relationship to caregiving?
Can you receive it with grace?
Can you offer it without losing yourself?
Can you allow the full range of your humanity—light and shadow—to exist within the caregiving arena?
I’ve learned and I understand that grief will be my companion from here on. I’m hoping this is where recovery from surgery and grief diverge.
But during this recovery, I’ve discovered there is one thing I miss when deprived of it: Writing.
So that’s my blog from a fog.
A reminder to stay open. To stay curious. Even when I can’t see far ahead.
To show up anyway
And to trust the page and the pen.
I didn’t exactly invite my demons to tea that night.
But I did let them come along for the outing.
And I reminded them: just because I’m late to arrive to the room doesn’t mean it’s too late.
Who knows? Maybe I arrived exactly on time.
I’m pleased to report the demons have no staying power.
But I do.
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