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Last week, for the first time publicly I shared that at the beginning of this year my marriage had ended. Being in this quarantine bubble together has become one of the blessings of this experience, allowing us the time and space to put ourselves back together in a different way and reorientate to a new way of being a family.
Here I talk about what the end of my marriage means to my service, as well as delving into my own descent to the underworld this last week, the true meaning of the resurrection and what I’m feeling now.
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