Where have I been?
Ten days since the last post and I do believe I have been at each and every emotional extreme during those 240 hours.
I have been joyous and well, skipping down country roads, imagining wildflowers around each bend; I have been sick on the couch, watching Buffy on DVD and praying for the waves of nausea to pass.
I have celebrated an email all the way from the west coast, an email that left me so grateful and honored I was in tears and giddy for hours.
The day before that I had cried different kinds of tears sitting in Panera with a hand over my grieving heart as a dear dear friend of many years broke the news that she is moving away and then crazily within the space of an hour I was laughing once more at her silly tales and planning with her the grand adventure that will soon be her new life.
I have visited art stores and found supplies to make a new journal, shared secrets and ideas with new friends and old ones.
I have danced all around the house to my new fave Paul Simon song, Love Me Like a Rock.
I have held myself upside down in downward facing dog pose and then held myself present and still and upright, studying the beauty of the vine growing slow along my window's edge.
And today we have ventured out of the house for the first time in days. I sit here at the library writing this post as Olivia participates in a henna tattoo workshop. A woman is loud in the chair beside me as gabs on her cell phone. I shoot her my best evil eye. My sighs are deep-but I am grateful for the sun warming my arm and the wealth of books within reach. As my friend Lucia would say, "It's all good." Hope all is good with you.