We are all trying so hard to manage in this hectic, crazy world, to make it appear as if we have it all together, to hide our vulnerabilities, when our guise is so thin and we are all in such good company.
Spending time with my family at a reunion of sorts...has been thought provoking, both heart breaking and illuminating. I can see how much pain each of my family members has in side of them and the different ways we have each coped with our own private demons from a childhood of imperfections. There is a lot of love, and at the same time, a sense of dis-ease, of anxiety that permeates...again, in different ways.
It is difficult to explain and I will write more on it later. Suffice it to say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but we are not our history. Can we ever become more than our history? can we move beyond it? Or find ways to work with it rather than against it?
