The Labyrinth
The labyrinth is viewed as a living metaphor for that journey - a place to release your pain, listen deeply and encounter grace. My daughter and I walked this path together criss-crossing each other, as we circled. The irony and beauty - the presence of God in that place, at that moment, was so powerful it makes me cry every time I speak about it. And when you return back through the Labyrinth, you return to the world, carrying with you that new grace and awareness, back into ordinary life, as you walk out. Such a sacred experience to share with her, so much symbolism in that walk. That day will stay with me forever.
There Is A Day Beyond The Night
Being an estranged parent teaches you how to live with silence - how to hold love in your hands like water, afraid that the slightest movement might cause it to slip through your fingers. You learn to trade your voice for proximity, your pain for presence. And you do it gladly. Because just seeing her happy, seeing her okay, is everything.
The Day Has Come
The Day Has Come. Tomorrow my daughter and I are seeing each other for the first time since our estrangement began, six years ago.
Letting Go
How do you let go of someone who is a part of you? You are my blood, my DNA, my first child, my daughter.