Spring is my most significant time of year. April is my time of reflection and evaluation. As a Taurus, it’s the time when I check the box on one more year of seasoning and experiences while I blow out my birthday candles. And then May. Pure delight. Coming out of the drabness of winter, May…
Grief suuuuuucks . It squeezes the bottom of your heart like it wants to force you into the fetal position and then, like, stand over you, foot atop your body in an assholeish statement of conquest. It is such a strong feeling. And it’s such a strong thread in the human experience.
I have a really hard time with winter. It’s dreary and cold. There’s no green grass or green leaves or colorful flowers. Sometimes at dusk, the color of the Mississippi River and the sky and the dead grass and rocks on the riverbank all blend together as one bland palette. There’s no color and warmth…
Thursday We Chose Joy
I realized then that my whole job for the rest of her shortened life was going to be to give her an environment of joy and calm. Not grief, stress, and denial.