Evening T,
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.”
Mary understood.
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.
Bonnie S.
Digital Bonnie 
Oh Bonnie, love that T’s your passion and the only other one you could think of was impeach Trump! I think it’s okay to still miss and mourn your love. And I’m glad that today was a good day.
I am sorry that you are still suffering, but not surprised, knowing the man who Tuvia was. That joy for life is still inside of you though and will find its way out slowly, even if only in the little things at first. Here comes the sun today. Get outside and breathe in the fresh spring air. It won’t mend your heart, but it might help with your head cold, and that is a start. Love you my friend.
Love you right back
How brave to tell it like it is.
I almost deleted this one but mourning continues even if I did think I was coming into a new place .
I’m impatient and sad.
You didn’t delete it though. and that is important. Hope you are feeling better.
Be kind to yourself as you reach new understandings. Your passions will rise again when you have a cause that stirs them. I’m glad you didn’t delete this.
Thanks friend
I love the way the Writing Project pulls us into these truthfilled moments, even when they are uneasy. You are a brave one, Bonnie, and while you grieve the loss of your passion / love, you should know you inspire so many of us to just be (admit, uncover) who we are. Thank you my friend. Thank you, and Tuvia, too.