I think stress, traumatic or post-traumatic creates that disconnect. I now I lost my grip on the magic when our "Africa forever" mission life melted away from under us. I get glimpses, little licks, tiny tastes, but haven't yet been able to grasp it. Perhaps we are not meant to hold it?
"Maybe we don’t get the magic until we find our foothold in all the dirt and disorder of our real lives first." This is beautiful, Amber! I am sorry the magic seems to have disappeared for you at the moment, but your writing continues to be enchanting. I am so thankful for you and your gift with words. The slogging is worth it for those of us blessed by your newsletters.
This is Your Real Life, Part 2
Just accidentally deleted my thoughtful comments. Oh well..... thanks for writing and encouraging, Amber.
Such a beautiful writer. Love your heart and your words.
I think stress, traumatic or post-traumatic creates that disconnect. I now I lost my grip on the magic when our "Africa forever" mission life melted away from under us. I get glimpses, little licks, tiny tastes, but haven't yet been able to grasp it. Perhaps we are not meant to hold it?
"Maybe we don’t get the magic until we find our foothold in all the dirt and disorder of our real lives first." This is beautiful, Amber! I am sorry the magic seems to have disappeared for you at the moment, but your writing continues to be enchanting. I am so thankful for you and your gift with words. The slogging is worth it for those of us blessed by your newsletters.