10/16/2026
Have you ever been rejected and felt it land somewhere old?
On a river cruise down the Rhone, the group I was traveling with decided I wasn’t welcome.
Five years after losing my husband, surrounded by couples, I already felt alone.
And then this.
I am not wanted. That feeling wasn’t new. It had been with me since childhood.
The first day, I blamed them.
The second day, I realized they had only touched something I’d been carrying for decades.
People don’t create our old wounds. Sometimes they just show us where we’re still not free.
And every time we’re willing to feel it, we get a little more free. 🤍