“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
~ Khalil Gibran ~
I have always been a profoundly private person. My desire for private life does not lend itself well to the very public life of an artist. I have been informed that people are offended by my silence and the lack of transparency in my life. I have decided to shine a little light on what has happened to me over the past year.
2018 was a tumultuous year filled with a great deal of emotional pain and upheaval. My thirty-year relationship ended with someone that I had once truly loved and had deeply cared for. I lost my home, and I lost my family.
This cataclysm naturally had a ripple effect on the myriads of other relationships I had in common with her. The impact of a divorce is far-reaching, and its implications go far beyond the two people ending their relationship. Long time friends will tell you that they want to stay in touch but that never materializes. Understandably people always feel obligated to chose sides. The pain I felt on the day she drove away with my children shattered me to the very core of my being. In the months following, there were no calls or messages from friends, making sure I was OK with one exception. I did receive a text message from my ex-brother-in-law asking if I was all right. David is an exceptional human being.
Was I really OK?
The divorce was ominously like my childhood experience of leaving the cult-like religious community that my parents and family are all members of since the mid-1800s. Banishment from any group is always the result of fear, a fear that it could happen to those doing the banishing.
The seven months following were challenging, to say the least even for the strongest of souls.
Sixteen months later, I have found a new love, unlike any that I have ever experienced in my life.
There truly is redemption.
Love heals all wounds.