I got robbed last night. Feels odd to say it. Non-metaphorically speaking, my home was broken into, things were taken. It was a new (for me) and fairly terrible experience.
This morning’s post is written awkwardly, on my phone. The interface behaves differently. I’ve had little sleep.
The worst of it was in those moments of increasing awareness, as I arrived home, thoughts full of anticipation for the evening ahead. Looking back on it after less than four hours of sleep, it seemed much worse last night. This morning I feel fortunate they only took some electronics. They took my laptop. Other things matter less. It’s a lot to process… but I am okay. That matters most. So… now what? I mean… after filing the police report, and the insurance claim… after getting some sleep, after securing the premises… after the practical things are handled, and the tears have dried up… now what?
…I guess I begin again.
Evening Light 
E.H.,
I won’t even try, to say I know how you feel. I don’t.
I know when My little 1996 4Runner was broken into at work one day, the emotional reaction was swift, devastating and consuming.
I had parked about a mile away from my work and, that evening stood beside the shattered glass on the sidewalk, tears streaming down my face (I don’t cry in public) not understanding why the nice police dispatch lady wouldn’t even send someone out to take a report. The dash was ripped apart, savagely broken and the piece of shit $89 radio was gone.My little 4Runner- she was wounded and hurt. Glass everywhere, inside and out. Yes, I love her, a huge metal hunk with moving parts and no ability to love me back. I suppose the violation I felt was due to all of the thousands of miles my big Sister, her children and I enjoyed, while having adventures. They were such happy, wonderful times and after losing my Sister, I continued to have those adventures with the kids, and still do, safely ensconced in the little 4Runner. (Even though she birthed them, they have always been my children too)
I think I am trying to say that I truly am so very, VERY upset this happened to you.
I’m trying to put into perspective that, if I felt this kind of sadness and violation over a vehicle, I can’t even imagine what you feel. Nor would I have the audacity to tell you I do.
Your HOME! Your safe place in this messed up world!!! I am incredibly angry, on your behalf. So angry.
I think I have become very attached to you. I wake up every morning, eager to scan my email for the “Evening Light” post. I forward it on to 4 of my most treasured people. We have learned SO MUCH from your journey. Sometimes I feel like I’m cheating, benefitting so greatly from someone else’s intensely hard work. I find myself amazed at your tenacity and determination to become the woman you most want to be. When you don’t write, I find myself hoping you’re okay. Your incredible journey, has become a part of my daily experience as well as those other humans, that I share your writings with. You enrich our lives.
So, this morning, to you, I send gentle, white light. I will ask of the universe that you be soothed and that today treats you gently and with compassion.
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Thank you
Thank you again. I’ve read your reply thrice, each time more moved by your openness, encouragement and support. Your kind words and shared perspective are greatly appreciated this morning.