Bridget

I feel like my soul has gone to detox.Hope,what a beautiful word to
me,hidden under mountains of stuff bought to keep up with the
Jone's,hidden under mountains of numbness,brought on by years of
making the wrong decisions.Funny though how being hurt can project you
so far out into space that finding your way back is not only
daunting,but downright doubtful.I found my way back though,one right
choice at a time.Unschooling ,a step in the right direction.Why do I
feel that I am learning more about myself than I thought possible.Is
watching my children discover life,showing me what I lost all those
years ago?Did I lose that wonder?I know what getting old is.Its not
wrinkles or grey hair,or needing glasses,its being lost in
space.Losing the wonder.Whats the chance that by letting my children
follow there hearts and minds that I might find my own?

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Might I suggest the book "Women Who Run With The Wolves" by Clarrissa
Pinkola Estes, Ph,D.. It talks about using fairy tales as guides to
our lives, about becoming lost from ourselves and finding our way home.

Julie S.