It occurred to me that this idea of mine* might be like that houseguest you are quite delighted to see when they first arrive but then, after three days, you kind of dread coming down the stairs to see they are still. here. gah. Hmmm.
Such is the consequence of impulsive actions.
This morning I got up at 5am and slipped out of my sister’s house and onto the road while it was still dark.
It feels super good to be home. Pups and I have sat, snoozed, walked and are about to go for one last stroll around the hood once I post this note to you.
|path to the river, Seven Oaks|
|sweet shed, Seven Oaks|
Yesterday’s visit with my folks was really good — I think you know they just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary in June which is kind of remarkable. And, though they are 87 and 89 — both have retained clear minds, strong memories and the ability to sit and chat. This is really a gift; their bodies might be failing them, but their presence is unshaken.
I am particularly grateful for the beautiful afternoon we had together as earlier today my mom was taken to the hospital for what the doctors believe is a blood clot in her leg. They have both been in and out of the hospital frequently over the past three years which, you can imagine, sucks.
|some of the amazing women I spent the week with|
So if I sound kind of choppy and spacey then you are picking up my vibe correctly. I am feeling all sorts of discombobulated. Plus, I have so much sweet magic to integrate from last week of all the connections, moments and people that I experienced.
And so, off I go to do what I always do when I need to center and ground: head off with the pups for a good long walk.
Meantime, instead of music today– I can offer The Rosie Project on audible which is what I listened to all the way down to VA and then, again, all the way home as I loved it. LOVED it. I found it soothing (and very entertaining).
More soonest, Elizabeth
*This month — 30 days — I am writing a letter to my dear friend Mindy because I happened on Mindy’s post where she honored me to my core — sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month — 30 days of September– I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let’s see how I do . . . 🙂