Healing isn't linear.
I wrote the first chapter of "Letters to my Starchildren" with heaviness, but also joy that I got to alchemise my pain into service - and that is still the reason why I am going to finish it eventually.
But not now.
Every time I sit and try to lay those events in a sort of timeline, it feels like they all want to come out and grab me for attention, like the corpses in that swamp in LOTR.
I'll let this percolate, and I may start something that speaks about my current journey, so stay tuned for that. Lots of love!