Back from my break with life's changing journey

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Life is its own journey; presupposes its own change and movement, and if one tries to arrest either, it is at one's eternal peril.                                   Laurens van de Post
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As I pondered writing this I'm-back-from-my-break post, a sense of pensive sorrow fell upon me, and I truly wondered where words would take me. My 'break' has been tiring rather than restful - emotive afore tranquil.

Farewell walk 2 days ago, a stunning morning in the Upper Hunter - is this symbolic of my 'road ahead'?

So as not to bore you with tedious detail and extraneous prattle, suffice to say in simple terms that I have parted ways with 'other half' and am in the unenviable and utterly unappealing position of middle-aged 'single female'; no fixed address, no dogs, and no hint or notion of what I wish to do with the rest of my life.  Although I am completely acquiescent of my situation, I am none-the-less for now, .... aimless, purposeless and I hurt.   Heavens ......a drifter? I always  imagined that being a drifter allowed one the freedom to be a romantic; an idealist, a utopian, a dreamer! No, I'm afraid the pragmatist is too strong within me. But, still.....

The most important things in life will accompany me as I set forth:  my suitcase filled with everything I have learned ~ a box full of integrity and good intentions ~ a trunk-load of middle-aged common sense ~ my pockets overflowing with the love of friends and family who matter ~ a cute pair of shoes ~ my pink laptop and CAMera ~ visitation rights to The Team ~  and God willing good health.  Mandatory-requirements-under-circumstances: quality chocolate with a bowl of humour and a spoonful of optimism.

I shall be spending Christmas up in tropical north Queensland with my daughters. (You may remember my many posts written from there when I was on my extended holiday back in May/June) 

I will be on my way in 3 days.  Amid heartache and sadness, 'joy' too lurks in nooks and crannies. It has been more years than I care to remember since I have been 'back home' and shared a Christmas there with my daughters, and this will be my first with my grandson. This is wonderful, this is joyful, this is so overdue.

Another joyful event is the marriage of one of my oldest and dearest friends two weeks before Christmas - the ceremony will be at 12 noon 12/12/12. 

It is humbling to be part of your sometimes hilarious world, sad world, happy world, exciting world, brave world, personal world, photo world and everything else in between. 

You, are truly remarkable. Thank you for sharing your precious and amazing world for it in turn has enriched mine; and, for your friendship.

I have all good intentions to do a post before Christmas, from the tropics but if I am unable to, I wish you and your loved ones a truly blessed and happy Christmas.

                                                                                                                                 

All changes, even those that may be longed for, have their melancholy;

for what we leave behind us, is a part of ourselves.

Anatole France

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