Tonight was the jazz big band dance at Kentridge, Eric's high school. It was a nice way to start our Christmas break watching my kids dance together and getting to dance with my son a bit myself.
I'm learning a lot about the power of story...mine, that of others. Along the way I am learning to get to know myself and the names I own, mother, widow, child of God. Somewhere in the process of writing, I am processing the hardest thing I have ever endured...and learning that God is both Mystery and Constant and truly Lover of my soul.
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