Letting Go...

Recently I packed up what I consider one of my best girl friends and sent her to live in another state.

I did this with much trepidation and sadness.

Now the trepidation is not for her. It's for me.

 

I know, right? That sounds uber-selfish. However, of late, I have found myself to be more dependent on others company and less entertained by my own conversations with plants, cats, or even my own reflection.

You can try to have conversations with Booga, but they generally end up being pretty odd and sort of abstract.

 

I have packed up my two older children and shipped them to other states; and I know they don't want to come home, however, I wouldn't mind if they both might move closer.

I guess this is something I am going to have to learn to understand about getting older.

 

I miss my friend terribly. But this is what is best for her. I think.

We all learn things from each other and she needs a different learning environment.

 

….And a better economic structure and more jobs and better schools.

 

Love is letting go, there is no room for obsessive control in a loving and teaching heart because you must set the bird free and allow it to fly away.

 

Plus I have a strong feeling her life will begin in earnest in another state.

 

Booga has taken to saying goodnight to his print of a wolf he calls "Teacher."

 

He says, "Good night Teacher."

 

He loves that print.

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