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Why Am I Really Here?
The most complex of questions to answer
These past few years have been difficult. I think I can speak for just about every human on the planet. Before Covid hit, I had my dream job for a few years. To add to that, I was healthier and happier than I had ever been. All of the funky psychosomatic pains and triggers I had lived with most of my life had been gone. I was traveling, meeting with people from all over the world, facilitating trainings and retreats, meeting and coordinating research with scholars and students, and loving my life. I was incredibly challenged, but greatly rewarded.
At the trainings and retreats, our focus was on the connection of the inner Self and the natural world. Many participants had some healing to do. We all do, frankly. They opened up to feeling again, loving themselves more deeply, enabling them to trust other people with their hearts. It was powerful work. It was work I felt I was made to do.
And then it was all over. Covid hit and my mentor/boss and I had to split. There was no way around it. Life handed me my ass in a big way. To add to the pain, my (separated) husband decided to blow up life by denying my children and me any kind of fairness in a divorce. Murphy’s law was fully intact. It was simply the worst situation it could have been. I could never have imagined being so devastated.
