The Turning Point

It's been over a year since my love, my girls' Dad, Bradley Scott, died unexpectedly.

Here one day, gone the next. Literally.

As I type this I feel the pressure to offer some grand insight, some descriptive words to convey the f*ckd up year we have endured, but right now those are deep within me and not yet ready for prime-time.

For now I tune in to the signs - the fleeting moments of connection, insight, love and trust.

I dig in to resources, both ancient and modern, to offer a clue of where I am going, how to navigate, what to expect. And guess what...they all lead me back to myself.

Trusting my inner guide is a new experience. It's happening in fits and starts. Some days I remember, and others I'm lost in the past or future. Frozen in fear, regret, despair. My good 'ole inner roommate shouting at me loudly: "How will you ever be able to do this alone?"

I take a breath, offer myself a bit of mercy, gratitude and love. I look up at the trees, I listen to the birds and I keep putting one foot in front of the other, each new day.