Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
As you know I’m a Londoner who misses the home of her childhood memories. But that’s just a small thing in the greater scheme of things.
I loved being at university, sadly I was blocked from becoming a lecturer, and as usual (at the time) I didn’t fight hard enough for me. I’d have been all over it for someone else.
In fairness my dad had just died and I was trying to make new sense of the world and failing because he died less than two months after losing my first cat, who saved my sanity. That double blow was crippling.
I can’t explain it, but Geris and I were one being. One friend said she couldn’t imagine me without him. Clearly an atomic connection. It was just as bad two years later when I lost his sister, and seven more times since. He’s still a small whisker in front though, almost unnoticeable.
True importance
Love is all there is. It’s the most important emotion in the world because it brings out the good feelings that lead to happiness, which is the emotion from which you make the right choices and decisions.
We’re not talking romantic love, it’s way deeper and stronger than that, we’re talking something bigger than the love of partners; children; friends; pets; family if you’re lucky and have a wonderful family. A love that encompasses everything.
It’s a deep love for life. For existence itself. That love is a creative energy that will help, heal, and get you past the difficult times.
If something goes wrong in life, such as me leaving London, or not getting the job of my dreams, it’s still minor in the greater scheme of things. Losing a being you love is not minor. Only love can heal it.
Love is creative, empowering, positive. All that’s good.
Which is why
I particularly miss one specific time in my life, the time when writing was everything. When I lived and breathed it, couldn’t wait to start or be persuaded to stop. I stopped when the muse-link got tired. It was me. Who I am.
I had moved from being affected by others to standing in my own space, loving but unaffected by their words or deeds. I was truly alive, because I loved what I was doing and it was coming from love and creativity.
I’ve been trying to get back ever since, and this blog has helped enormously. Huge thanks to everyone who reads and supports it. You are helping me to find myself again and for that I will be eternally grateful.
Best LOVE – amazing LOVE – extraordinary LOVE
Deb xx
Deb Hawken - Amorah 