As much as I loved my Edinburgh adventures, I can’t tell you how comfortable it was to be back home in sandals and shorts and sunshine, although, maybe the transition was too abrupt for me. I spent my first week sinking into my my couch, binging on the series, Episodes and pushing myself off to be with family to commemorate Tuvia’s passing, two years ago. Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday… came… anticipation as usual, worse than the reality. Blocks of silence, healthy energy of family… back and forth between time above the Hudson and then the frenzy of family.
What will be different about year 3? What will grab me, engage me… what will keep me moving? What will life be like a year from now?
I’ve learned that mourning is tricky. Healing is not linear and it’s a slow process back to self.
It’s been a wonderful, rich summer but good thing we don’t have to experience all 4 seasons every day, so I’m ready for a luxurious fall.
So happy new year Slicers. Let’s hope we all survive another year without a real president. See you at the barricades! Prayers and support to the victims of the hurricane.