Have been full up to my ears, Ha!
So hadn't time to check in with my blog for a long while, which is both good and not so good.
One reason I have to come to a consideration, (which might be a sensitive spot for some readers), is that whenever I write about my infertility, my sorrow, my frustrations, I find myself in a cycle of depression, clockwise.
And I don't like that.
I have been out of state several times, including YES, the MICHIGAN'S WOMYN MUSIC FESTIVAL!!! That experience walking on the Land under the moonlight, seeing womyn drum and dance, and of laughter and tears among us, I cannot really describe it. How can you describe the color red to someone blind? This is similar to whenever I try to describe the event.
I have been increasing busy in activism, including reproductive justice, domestic violence, awareness of Deaf community/American Sign Language, and my beloved passion, labyrinths.
Does it mean I have forgotten or pushed aside my infertility?
No. I still find myself feeling sad, but the frequency and length of experiencing sorrow had stretched to the point that it feels like a soft headsmack, when occurring now and then. Not so like the baseball bat slam that I'd frequently experienced in my heart in the first year, or the cold water bath in my face in the second year. AND I enjoyed holding a baby earlier this summer, which was a HUGE step for me, to the point that I'd keep looking for opportunities to hold her when possible during that week of camping.
After two years, I feel it is safe to say that yes it is still hard that I am not anywhere near to my goal of having a child, either by adoption or foster care. Being deaf is its own obstacle, imagine that. So that's the battle ongoing in my life.
When I have time, I'll write more.
So on this note, I will leave this for you- love y'all, love me.