A week or so ago I found myself at City Park in Denver taking a walk as my daughter spent some time at the museum with a friend. I was in my usual funk of late due to my life circumstances. Those of you who know me know that I am going through a divorce, and it will be finalized before the new year. Divorce is tough terrain. Navigating through this with the person I thought would be my life partner is heart wrenching. Putting a stamp of completion on a marriage of 22 years is terribly painful. And then I think about how it will affect our kids. But this isn't a blog to complain about divorce. Or to complain about the wonderful mother my kids are fortunate to have. It's about how I am doing with it all, what I can embrace now and what I can let go. And it's about how I can use my experience to grow.
So back to City Park. It was November 7th. In Denver. I had jeans and a t-shirt on. And I came across this rose in a small rose garden. I actually did smell it first. It drew me out of my self imposed fugue state of self pity and pain and filled me with a few moments of beauty. What a blessing. And I knew in that moment that I was going to be okay as long as I, (okay this is a cliché) stopped and smelled the roses. Life can carry me away at times, but in that moment, I was as grounded and good as I could be.
This journey is necessarily difficult and the pain is sometimes unbearable. I am fortunate to have each of you to remind me though that there are roses around. I just need to be open. I will be okay as will my family. Each of you is a rose to me. Blessings to you.