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Girls’ Night In with Gloria Ferrer

June 1, 2017

If I made a list of the things that I love most, bringing friends together with wine and appetizers would be right at the top of that list. Friends + wine + food = pure love. Am I right?! Last week, after a busy work day, two of the women who I love and admire…

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This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
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But of course one day they did end, and in the years that came nextโ€“those warm, dreamy days became a distant memory.
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Nearly 7 years would come and pass after that. I wonโ€™t call those years a period of darkness because, my God, there was so much light. But it was hard and it was heavy. Through most of it, I felt like it was too much to bear and I was always buckling under the weight of it. I pressed through it, as one does. And one day the heaviness became lighter, and one day I found myself looking at photographs and thinking, this is goldenโ€“the golden has come back to me after all.
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And these days, they are filled with so much love and so much gold that most moments my heart feels like it will explode for the gratitude. These days there are adventures and sunlight and the colors of the world are rich and saturated again, like an oil painting. The feeling of hope rises up in the air like bubbles blown softly from a wand, riding on the wind, up and up and up. And where the scars are, now there are soft hands and whispers that it will all be okay. When the nightmares come, there is something to reach out and hold onto and ride out the storm. My own arms carry me when I am afraid, and in learning how to trust and love myself, I have also learned how to open my heart again.
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I grew and I transformed and I overcame. I had no choice but to. This experience will take everything from you at times, but when you come out on the other side of it, you will be so strong from the act of surviving the storm. Then, you will decide what you do with that strength. It will harden you or it will soften you. Or perhaps, it will do both if you are brave and unwavering.โ 
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I have also learned, perhaps most importantly for me, that I did not fail my children. I saved my children. The โ€œbroken familyโ€ life was not the life that I would have chosen for us, but it was the life that we were meant to have. And in our case, it took breaking to allow us to heal. โ โœจ
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