July

 I was in India, with my one-year-old in my carrier pouch wondering what the next step was going to be. I had left Hong Kong after a separation which gave me pieces of a puzzle I am now slowly putting together. I felt like a kangaroo hopping with my young one in my pouch from country to country. Now we reside in the United Kingdom.

In India, I had the blessing of staying at an ashram for many months. Beginning the mornings meditating followed by nourishing food and hiking in the rugged hills during the afternoons. Prayers in the evenings. My daughter accompanied me throughout this journey and ashram residents, (I call them ‘angels’) looked after her during my meditation practice.

Life was simple and the divine gave me space to breathe and adjust to the many changes that had suddenly occurred simultaneously in my life and my daughters life. Change is never easy and takes a period of acceptance and letting go of what may have been to allow for what will be. Many of this was difficult to endure at the time and a fair amount of suffering occurred in order for clarity to finally surface and offer peace.