Dear blog friends,
Things have been a little hectic the last couple days, and I’ll try to catch up with you all tomorrow. For the time being, my youngest son is home. We just placed an order to give our beloved kitty his best fighting chance using holistic, immune-building therapies. I’m short on sleep, but have gathered my hope.
“Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.” Emily Dickens
In the space of hours, I’ve run the gamut of feeling thankful for his help, to him doing something that upset me so much I was wishing he’d go away and never have to see him again, feeling terrible fear and grief, immense anger, and now back to trying not to hold my breath because I’m bracing myself for ???, and let go of the urge to fight/flight/freeze.
I don’t know how ‘normal’ people live. I know there’s a degree of turn, turn, turn in Life, but mine feels more like spin, spin, spin. Here’s hoping for a stretch of peace and productivity!