Make It Make Sense
Holding hope + grief in the same hand and calling it joy.
I was not expecting life to land here.
Tucked deep inside the past 6 years are: divorce, marriage, birth, death, adventure, hibernation, debt, miracles, shame, abundance, sickness, faith, longing, breaking, forgiveness, creating, savoring, surrender, and confusion. Lots of confusion.
I’m not exactly sure what to say about confusion yet, except that when you’re knee-deep in the experiencing of life & love unraveling and being reknit, it has a way of knocking the breath from your lungs. You can’t speak because there is no air to carry words that are hiding somewhere else anyway.
But this is where the story picks back up on a blustery Sunday in March of 2025— because I find myself inhaling deeply and feeling gratitude and safety in the unfolding tale.
Apparently my peace hinged on a diagnostic MRI for Superman & embracing our little world turned upside down.
More on that to follow…
What comes next is both a mystery and a gift. And sharing the unabridged story of Sunshine + Superman and the journey ahead for the Jones family feels exactly right for right now.
Scary? Eh…yes.
Tender? Without question.
This is an offering of hope to our storm-tossed and weary friends. Not that life magically gets better, but that we become magic and that makes US better.
Alchemy.
If the only constant is change, then embracing every excruciating & ecstatic moment seems to be The Way that I want to explore life.
In keeping with my commitment to focus on the present and to savor it’s gifts, if you want to follow along and share in this story, please subscribe to my Substack for notes, updates, videos — and maybe even a podcast or two. My soul needs a simple home for my story. A place to feel safe & seen versus scattered or silent. This is it. You’re welcome to visit any time.
I’m so very grateful to share my reclaimed words with you.