Returning replenished
It was a goooooood visit. My tank of affection and connection was running so low, but thanks to the closest people in my life, I feel whole again.
The simple act of sharing a meal is transformative when it hasn’t happened for a long time. That it’s home made or from a restaurant, delicious or suspicious, large or frugal,it doesn’t matter. It’s this bounding experience of nourishing our bodies together some how feeds our hearts and brightens our soul. “Food is love" as the author and nutritionist Shawn Stevenson says. I couldn’t agree more.
Truly caring individuals now occupy my emotional intimacy; the difference it makes can barely be described. Being able to talk freely, not fearing being myself, or simply letting go in the warmth of a genuine hug is phenomenal.
All these happy memories are in the bus with me now, and will keep me company in my tiny apartment. I feel I made the right choice going back to school. I have a supportive network of friends that believe in an will give their help in any form they can. That clinging loneliness is losing its grip, and I can breath again.
Ever so slightly, progress is made in small increments everyday. I know I still have mountains to climb on my academic journey, but I’m not alone. Thank you mom, and S family for your constant support, you mean the world to me. All my love!
