It’s a Saturday evening on the couch after a long day, but a worthwhile one back with the Hudson Valley Writing Project. I pushed myself to get up early and ignore my head cold/ and or allergies that just won’t let go of me, but maybe it’s letting go tonight or maybe that’s jut a bit of vodka and cran instead of Tylenol and/or Claritin. Neither works.
So it could be that I will have more energy to pick up my guitar tomorrow and then get on my Ellipse and then head into the City for a late lunch with Chris and family. YEs, there will be pictures.
So something happened today. Something realized!
As we began a Writing into the Day with a wonderful Writing Project keynote from Albany, I read her prompt, copied the questions and then started listing my passions…
My Passions…you or course… and what else… I stopped writing… nothing… well there was something else- passion two- impeach Trump!
I wrote a bit more, just some thoughts about why I had nothing more to write and then we paired up share. Mary came to partner with me and she had a lot of share. I hoped that Christine would call time and move on as Mary finished, but no, most of the groups needed more time as well. I didn’t have to share but hey, it’s Mary. She knows me, us…
“Mary, I have lost of my passion for life. I don’t remember when I didn’t bound out of bed to begin a fresh day, before you and of course with you. Now of course, that’s an exaggeration. It wasn’t every day but I can say most day. I was excited to begin again and my list of passions was endless.”
Something happened during the week of Passover and I’m not quite sure what it was but the reality is… my mourning my loss of you continues and the best I can hope for is okay/good.
It was a good day and an evening with good TV viewing.
I’m mourning you and missing my passion my love.