I've been thinking about this post, and the last one. Do I cherish my life and what color is my soul, anyway? Since I lost my beloved in October, my soul has been that lead gray color of the sky when the rain is so heavy that the streets are in flood and I am afraid to go out in fear that my car will careen into something or, horror, som…
I've been thinking about this post, and the last one. Do I cherish my life and what color is my soul, anyway? Since I lost my beloved in October, my soul has been that lead gray color of the sky when the rain is so heavy that the streets are in flood and I am afraid to go out in fear that my car will careen into something or, horror, someone. But here is the best I can do right now: I cherish my friends; I cherish the thought that a friend's husband came by and "made" me come to their New Year's Eve celebration, even in my tears; I cherish my friend who dropped over on January 1 with the fixings for eggs Benedict and mimosas, and stayed for hours as we discussed everything important in this world, and got me through a whole day without tears. I cherish the pink and gold sunsets over the Pacific and the little songbird that sang to me this morning, "Get up--come out and play." (And I did.)
I've been thinking about this post, and the last one. Do I cherish my life and what color is my soul, anyway? Since I lost my beloved in October, my soul has been that lead gray color of the sky when the rain is so heavy that the streets are in flood and I am afraid to go out in fear that my car will careen into something or, horror, someone. But here is the best I can do right now: I cherish my friends; I cherish the thought that a friend's husband came by and "made" me come to their New Year's Eve celebration, even in my tears; I cherish my friend who dropped over on January 1 with the fixings for eggs Benedict and mimosas, and stayed for hours as we discussed everything important in this world, and got me through a whole day without tears. I cherish the pink and gold sunsets over the Pacific and the little songbird that sang to me this morning, "Get up--come out and play." (And I did.)