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Happy last week of May!\u00a0(Can you believe it\u2019s almost summer?)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n The other day was my son Blais\u2019 last day of sophomore year. Normally, his friend takes him to school, but this week I asked him to let me drive him instead. In the fall, he will be driving himself and no longer needing me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I didn\u2019t want to make a big deal about it. I just wanted to enjoy those morning rides with him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n We talked about school, tests, cars, summer. We also rode in silence, just being present to each other.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019d drop him off and feel melancholy, I’d feel\u00a0nostalgic about the life that\u2019s in the past.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019d take Luna for a walk along our neighborhood\u2019s walking path;\u00a0at one beautiful section, it\u2019s lined with tall trees that grow along our small branch of the Harpeth River. One morning, I noticed how deeply green and lush they were. <\/span><\/p>\n My mind recalled how pretty their baren branches looked under the winter snow just a few months ago, and how excited Blais was to go sledding with friends.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I remembered the trees\u2019 vibrant yellows, oranges, reds during the fall before that and kids starting the school year attending classes on Zoom from home. <\/span><\/p>\n And I remembered the summer prior when the trees had no idea the\u00a0 Covid pandemic was in full swing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Thought by thought, the trees took me back through the memories of Blais\u2019 elementary school days, middle school, the last two years, and then forward into wondering what the next two years will be like. <\/span><\/p>\n My melancholy and nostalgia pulled up sadness from deep within, which I\u00a0quickly reframed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n One morning, I paused to feel the gratitude for every one of\u00a0life\u2019s moments, for my sons, and for open paths before us.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n These were the most beautiful five mornings and I\u2019ll remember them for the rest of my life.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|8px||7px|false|false”]<\/p>\n Happy last week of May!\u00a0(Can you believe it\u2019s almost summer?)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n The other day was my son Blais\u2019 last day of sophomore year. Normally, his friend takes him to school, but this week I asked him to let me drive him instead. In the fall, he will be driving himself and no longer needing me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I didn\u2019t want to make a big deal about it. I just wanted to enjoy those morning rides with him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n We talked about school, tests, cars, summer. We also rode in silence, just being present to each other.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019d drop him off and feel melancholy, I’d feel\u00a0nostalgic about the life that\u2019s in the past.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019d take Luna for a walk along our neighborhood\u2019s walking path;\u00a0at one beautiful section, it\u2019s lined with tall trees that grow along our small branch of the Harpeth River. <\/span><\/p>\n One morning, I noticed how deeply green and lush they were. <\/span><\/p>\n My mind recalled how pretty their baren branches looked under the winter snow just a few months ago, and how excited Blais was to go sledding with friends.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I remembered the trees\u2019 vibrant yellows, oranges, reds during the fall before that and kids starting the school year attending classes on Zoom from home. And I remembered the summer prior when the trees had no idea the\u00a0 Covid pandemic was in full swing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Thought by thought, the trees took me back through the memories of Blais\u2019 elementary school days, middle school, the last two years, and then forward into wondering what the next two years will be like. <\/span><\/p>\n My melancholy and nostalgia pulled up sadness from deep within, which I\u00a0quickly reframed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n One morning, I paused to feel the gratitude for every one of\u00a0life\u2019s moments, for my sons, and for open paths before us.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n These were the most beautiful five mornings and I\u2019ll remember them for the rest of my life.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/FINAL_Blog-Banner-TC.com-5.png” title_text=”FINAL_Blog Banner TC.com (5)” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text disabled_on=”on|off|off” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|124px||124px|false|false”]<\/p>\n And here is the thing: last week I told Julia (my therapist) about the ache I feel because another chapter of my life is behind me. She said:\u00a0\u201cWould you like to spend some time with the ache?\u201d<\/em>\u00a0I responded fast:\u00a0\u201cOf course not! I\u2019d much rather stay busy through it and not feel it.\u201d\u00a0<\/em>We both laughed at my \u2018smart\u2019 answer. LOL.<\/span><\/p>\n But if I didn\u2019t spend some time with the ache I\u2019d miss the beauty of it.\u00a0I\u2019d miss being present to Blais in our mornings, experiencing these precious days with him, and dancing around when he returned from school yesterday.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019d miss a chance to digest how I was feeling. It’s similar\u00a0to digesting food – you have to digest it thoroughly so that your body will absorb what\u2019s good in the food and eliminate what it doesn\u2019t need.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Running away, busying ourselves, or\u00a0jumping to the next task in order to avoid feeling the feelings robs us of experiencing the rich gifts contained in those moments.\u00a0<\/strong>AND it accumulates in our bodies like these pockets of energy that can feel like tension, nervousness, stomach aches, etc.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Yea it feels a bit discomforting \u2026 but if we allow ourselves to feel it, the sadness and the grief for all that\u2019s over and that we can\u2019t have back will move through. It won\u2019t get stuck inside. It won\u2019t bother us.<\/span><\/p>\n As it flows, the love, joy, sense of fulfillment and gratitude will follow. Instead of stuck grief pilling up and causing that feeling of unrest, we will experience peace.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Peace like a beautiful May morning.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Speaking of chapters of life – I finished my memoir proposal and got a literary agent (Morris Literary and Entertainment) to represent it and pitch it to the publishers! I\u2019m super excited.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_padding=”|16px||6px|false|false”]<\/p>\n And here is the thing: last week I told Julia (my therapist) about the ache I feel because another chapter of my life is behind me. She said:\u00a0\u201cWould you like to spend some time with the ache?\u201d<\/em>\u00a0I responded fast:\u00a0\u201cOf course not! I\u2019d much rather stay busy through it and not feel it.\u201d\u00a0<\/em>We both laughed at my \u2018smart\u2019 answer. LOL.<\/span><\/p>\n But if I didn\u2019t spend some time with the ache I\u2019d miss the beauty of it.\u00a0I\u2019d miss being present to Blais in our mornings, experiencing these precious days with him, and dancing around when he returned from school yesterday.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019d miss a chance to digest how I was feeling. It’s similar\u00a0to digesting food – you have to digest it thoroughly so that your body will absorb what\u2019s good in the food and eliminate what it doesn\u2019t need.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Running away, busying ourselves, or\u00a0jumping to the next task in order to avoid feeling the feelings robs us of experiencing the rich gifts contained in those moments.\u00a0<\/strong>AND it accumulates in our bodies like these pockets of energy that can feel like tension, nervousness, stomach aches, etc.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Yea it feels a bit discomforting \u2026 but if we allow ourselves to feel it, the sadness and the grief for all that\u2019s over and that we can\u2019t have back will move through. It won\u2019t get stuck inside. It won\u2019t bother us.<\/span><\/p>\n As it flows, the love, joy, sense of fulfillment and gratitude will follow. Instead of stuck grief pilling up and causing that feeling of unrest, we will experience peace.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Peace like a beautiful May morning.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Speaking of chapters of life – I finished my memoir proposal and got a literary agent (Morris Literary and Entertainment) to represent it and pitch it to the publishers! I\u2019m super excited.<\/span><\/p>\n \n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||||false|false” custom_padding=”20px||||false|false”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”on|off|off” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.4em” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” custom_padding=”0px|124px||124px||”]<\/p>\n In lieu of a song,\u00a0here is <\/a>our show from last Saturday!<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n It was amazing and right away I got someone asking if we could produce a whole series of those for a TV channel! 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