This week I announced that I’d would take a hiatus from the spiritual workschool I’ve been a part of for over 21 years. As I inquired into leaving, I realized that I wasn’t leaving anything. I couldn’t leave anything, because the work has become such a part of my life. I have metabolized it. My process will continue regardless of whether or not I attend retreats, weekends, groups, or private sessions.

Since deciding to make this change  I’ve noticed how much stronger my process is. This shift propels this blog and my life. I don’t know how long this stage will last, but I’m glad that it’s here. I feel fluid and open.

I will continue to explore my process–the good and the bad. It is this process that has enabled me to see what is–to be open to the truth and to follow it.

As I wrote the last sentence what came up for me was the when I split from my sisters in 2003. My mother was ill and they didn’t want to accept where she was. They wanted to pretend that she would get better–would drive again and resume living alone. They demanded that I unite with them. I told them that I couldn’t. I could only move toward the truth.

I split from them, but my life has been fuller and greater in making that break. I don’t know where my path leads me, but I’m up for the adventure.