Reflections on a Journey

I write this column from the shores of the Atlantic,
watching the crashing waves from the warm protection of my sturdy cottage,
witnessing winter’s last gusts before spring takes firm hold of a New England April once again. It’s cold and rainy today,
but the forsythia are in bloom and there is no doubt that after a long, dreary
winter, a bright hopeful world is about to explode into being.

It reminds me of the journey our clients take when they
first come to the Journey of Divorce Base Camp program. I remember one woman in
particular — I’ll call her Vicki’. When Vicki first came to Base Camp about
nine months ago, her husband had just left, suddenly, to be with another woman,
leaving Vicki alone with their three kids, a house to run, not enough money,
and an ocean of anger and grief. It was a long, tough winter for Vicki, with
her emotional weather mirroring the bitter cold and raging nor’easters outside.