unbolted – a different kind of grace

I remember the day that my belief systems unbolted and fell away, never to return. What a moment of grace–but that was not my experience then.

Anger flared first–anger that I had wasted decades looking in all the wrong places. Then came, what now? Now, how do I live? The years since–that occurred in September or October of 2009–have been the steepest rollercoaster. I have learned to hold my hands up to the sky and holler, barreling down one steep hill and clattering up the next.

Unlearning has momentum! Are you ready?

© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013
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