This March I turn 56. And for the first time, it is not a birthday I welcome. It will be the first one without my husband since we married over 26 years ago. My daughter is leaving home and moving to Colorado five days later. And I look in the mirror these days and feel old.
It is strange the things that trigger the grieving. The other day it was my visit to my accountant to prepare our taxes. Every year for over 26 years we had our ritual at tax time. The annual argument over turbo tax vs. an accountant. I always voted for the accountant; I usually won. Then
Sitting in a room with other beautiful souls, participating in a Kirtan Concert with Bachan Kaur, I let the heavenly music wash over me. Eyes closed, heart open, the songs flowed and danced and invited me to settle deep and relax, let go. At the end of the evening, we were invited to share some
You are the obstacle course I avoid, The detour I make, The abyss I elude. Because it hurts so much to think of you, and to not think of you. I haven’t figured that out yet. You are in a place of limbo, I’m afraid. I sit here this morning writing about the new things
https://youtu.be/KWFWvcdQJO0 Stunned Heart Into the freezer. Hit me with the numb gun Safer there. No thoughts there, Time is frozen there. No moment after. No walk down the hall. No sitting in the chair. No looks of sorrow and dismay. No I’m sorry, so sorry. I’m sorry, so very, very sorry. My heart is