Without my rings

It is amazing to me how the universe works. The rings I wear all have significnce; some were reminders that I am not alone, my guides are there for me; some were given as a token of recognizing the healer in me; and the other just called to me, to support me. But there are lessons in life that one needs to go through alone, and it became very clear that even my rings could not provide any support for me. On my right hand, all my rings were falling off; while on my left hand, my rings were actually burning my fingers. It was frustrating until I realized the timing came about when issues that had puzzled me, for so long, came out into the open. I havd many answers to questions, but that does not mean they are easy to deal with; quite the opposite, and I had to go through these alone, without support from anywhere. That means dealing with the information, not burying it like it has been my M O in the past; feeling the pain, the sorrow, the recovery, and the strength I have to overcome it all, alone, without my rings.