I lost it yesterday. The heaviness was too much for my shoulders. The grief of my dog, my country and the world overwhelmed every cell in my body. I feel vulnerable all of the time. There isn’t enough I can do to protect my husband, my daughter and myself. And on top of it, I am more “home-sick” than I have ever been. The longer predictions of when life will return to normal, the longer it will be until I see my family.
And then I woke up this morning and felt better. I hugged my husband and danced with my daughter. We took the long route when we walked our two pups. I baked a butternut squash to make into soup. This evening, Dolly Parton is going to read Squirms her night time story. The air is crisp and clean. The sky is just about a blue as you can ever imagine.
I fell apart last night. Love and gratititude put me back together today.