Weary, but still on the path…..

The thing about childhood trauma, is you get tired of it.  It is wearying to heal, so very wearying.  Still I feel as if I carry a bright lantern and am being led through a dark, subterranean maze.  I think there could be treasure down here.

Doesn’t help that I have a bad chest cold today and have to scour for a house inspection, go to work and help children with homework.  That said, this is my life and it is good and safe now.  I have a partner who loves me dearly, whose very scent is comforting in that way of oil of argon or sandalwood.  I have a dog, also a survivor, who is always with me, often underfoot, but with me.


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