Signed. Sealed. Delivered.

Signed and sealed today. Delivered to him next week. The letter that is. My forgiveness to him, my compassion, my freedom.

And with that comes another step . . . the decision to close this blog for any further entries. Part of what has unwound for me from my last treatment with the Marakame, and also from my social experiment of 'A Year to Live' is this complete and utter magnetism that I feel towards the process of writing and my commitment to hone that skill. Additionally, I recognize now that I have a wealth of things to write about and to share with others - this process of mindfully rediscovering myself as a woman is one of them. And while I could share this in a blog, I believe that it will be more authentic, and speak much more loudly, if I take it away from a public space for awhile and allow it to simmer on its' own.

If I only had a year to live, I would write a book. I would share all that I have learned. I would be transparent. And so I am going to do those things.

This blog has been important to me . . . having the quiet support of women that I love so deeply . . . being able to write whatever it is that needs to be released . . . invaluable. I dare say that I wouldn't be taking the step that I am now in terms of making a commitment to writing if I hadn't had this space to write these past few months.

For that, for you, I am grateful.