As a result of my fab two days in Scottsdale last weekend, I have one helluva sunburn on my back. A week later and it’s still red, stinging and peeling. This hasn’t happened since 1980 when I spent an overcast afternoon sunbathing on the roof of my friend Jano’s apartment building, in the Marina district of San Francisco. I was down for days, my skin hot and aching, complete with blisters. I now wear sunscreen, but alas!
My hub likes to say, This is “no country for Nordic women.”
My blogger friend, Liz, just wrote a great post about fear in reunion.
Beginning the reunion journey is like climbing into a tiny boat and setting out on the vast ocean to search for unknown lands. For all we know, when we get to the horizon, we are going to fall off the edge of the Earth. Whether we are the searcher or the found, no matter how wholehearted or inspired our intention, sooner or later we will also encounter fear. Like all who search, we feel compelled to discover what's waiting out there without knowing yet if we have the courage to face it.
I hope you’ll read the whole post at: Intimacy With Fear in Reunion
Clearly, reunion is “no country for the faint of heart.”