Spring cleaning on my computer this week. In addition to photos from happier times, I found a letter where P first clearly articulated that living in my house with too much of my clutter was a serious issue for her. She feared that I wouldn't be able to address the issue sufficiently before her patience ran out. She was right.
All that and no winter trip.
Lots of feelings to process. And I can see that if I was getting ready for a trip I wouldn't be doing this processing. So, somewhere under all this sadness I have an appreciation that it's a gift. Another effin' opportunity for growth.
I will be doing a little travel for work next week. I'm thrilled at the chance to interrupt my self imposed meditation retreat.
