The missing piece

I don't know what was different about this week. The heavens didn't open up and a light didn't shine down on me, I didn't get a special visitation of an Irish Angel and Black Angel driving a convertible Cadillac. There was nothing that was a magical shift or change in my week. But it was an extraordinary week. It was not a week of amazing events or even one spectacular thing.

This week it felt like the missing piece was found. The piece of me that I have been keenly aware was missing for quiet some time. Almost 7 years to be exact. I don't know where I found it or how it all worked, but I know that I felt different this week. The way I interacted with family, friends, & complete strangers reminded me of the girl I used to know. The girl that I've missed being. Like I said, I'm not sure what happened or why it all fell into place this week, but I'm almost overjoyed to feel "whole" again.

I think in finding that missing piece I realized there were things that I put in it's place that kept me from being able to put the piece back. That meant letting go of past hurts, one in particular that I used to think I might not recover from. I passed the peace pipe this morning. It was way past time. I didn't get a response, but the simple acting of passing it on felt like I was putting glue on that piece to secure it in place and make sure I never lose it again.

It's good to be back....

S