Saturday

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respite

ashley marie swimming

the residents

my host family

eric and 'mr. man', hayden
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swing

I just finished a smoke and as I took a drag and exhaled I watched the wind carry the smoke far into the air and in the background I heard the sounds of a swing and realized it was time for me to wash the rust off of my fingertips and 'get into the swing of things' and write.

Back from respite, having celebrated a birthday, I continue to focus on projects, several major and a minor one too, taking my mind off of the physical problems that have most definitely worsened since I last wrote. Rather than worry, knowing I am not in control, I give thanks for each day and the moments within that day, today being no exception, wishing for a good tomorrow, knowing there are many others that are experiencing more sorrow than myself.

My independence is slipping and this is difficult to accept and instead of lying down and quiting, I continue to strive to the future, believing that I have a place, shortened, but still a place for which I now call my comfort zone.

I left with no expectations and having always heard there were angels walking among us, I am now convinced that I met several within my host family and the joy, laughter, and unconditional love that was shared made me realize how invaluable people are and for this, I am truly grateful, enlightened and humbled
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