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Last night, while I was meditating, I pondered All. The. Humans. who have walked away from me and vice versa. I’ve lived on Gaia for nearly 65 years, and a lot of Humans have entered and exited my life.
A few, like my mother and The Irishman, weren’t given any option. Their mortality claimed them and they accepted their invitation to move on to The Next Thing. I miss their physical presence, but I feel their souls, their energy still walking with me because their love remains, even decades after the echo of their humanity has left this life.
Some, like most of my romantic relationships, have been invited out of my life. Toxic and debilitating, these relationships had to go. Even under the worst of conditions, my sense of self-preservation eventually kicked in and I found the courage to walk away. Ironically, I’ve gotten much better at this as I’ve aged. The time from the first red flag to me ending the relationship has shortened considerably.
And then there were the ones who ghosted me. No explanations. No discourse. Just the nagging sense that I had somehow crossed a line so vast — there was no way the relationship could survive my stupidity, my oddness, or my beliefs. My authenticity. I was weighed and judged to be less than…
