Yes, I’m on my couch and I’ve been here for most of the afternoon and evening, giving into after effects of early morning dental prep for a new crown, only my second. I’m sure you had many more, but I’m not sure that you would have given into a sore mouth for an entire afternoon and evening. Honestly, I’ve been fighting the urge to feel sorry for myself. I’ve been up and back. You pushed me to pick up my guitar and run thru 4 pieces- a promise I made to Jon. I’ve been up – exercising on my ellipse- still fighting against fat. I’ve been up to light candles around me in my space. I’ve been up for liquids at first and then solid food… but I’ve been here, in this lovely womb for hours.
It’s okay. I have been digging paths for this life under reconstruction.
But these images I found today and I’m sharing above hit me hard, remind me of our life of movement, of color, of adventure. Early Decembers in Cancun, in Jerusalem- our life of movement that we lived through together- shopping, packing, strolling in sunshine, in warm rain, on the edge of oceans, down wide pedestrian walkways.
Patience is the word of the day this in my life under reconstruction; it takes timet to heal a devastated heart. It takes time, so much time, so much patience with deep breathing… with a set of learned strategies to get through a day, a week, a month…months… another year… filling in this life without you.