On Monday, I received some unexpected news. I will wait to share it later on when I feel ready, but it threw my entire life upside down.
I fell back into the arms of my community and family, and I held myself there. I have been holding myself for 2 days, taking one step at a time.
When I was on retreat 2 weeks ago, we held a marriage ceremony and I married myself.
As weird as it sounds, it was powerful to write vows to myself and sit with a deeper commitment to not self-abandon when life gets rough.
Today on a walk with my dog Chewy, I was reminded of that commitment I made to myself.
The commitment to love, honor, and care for all of me.
The commitment to move toward my fears, dreams, hopes, and be my biggest supporter even when no one else is.
In the midst of change and upheaval, the words I spoke to myself returned to me.
And I am comforted.
Would you or have you ever married yourself?