Each time a knot was undone a window opened letting me view the unknown. It takes a certain courage to look, to listen, to hear.
Amazed and proud by some, taken aback, saddened, angry and confused by others.
These knots whether undone or not are what I am sitting with, thinking about, writing about as I determine my role in any and all of it.
You don't really get to choose the lessons life serves but you do get to choose how you deal with those lessons, what you learn from them either in the moment or hindsight.
I guess as long as all my knots keep untangling in the right time I will keep progressing, hopefully with awareness and clarity, doing what's needed in the right way.
Right now my heart and brain are so full I don't have the space to tell the stories. For now I will set them on the shelf. Later I will come back and open the door checking to see what is ready to share.