Missing...being outdoors. We've reached that point: the time of year when
summer becomes unbearable and the temperatures soar into the upper 90's most
days. Even the water in our swimming pool is warm. Since getting home last week, we
have been hiding out indoors between the hours of 10 am and 4 pm, saving our outdoor
time for the early mornings and late afternoons. The gardens are suffering and so is
my front porch swinging time. I long for fall and we are not even in August yet.
Oh, Louisiana, I just can't quit you!!
Dreaming...about dreaming. I haven't slept soundly in many moons. I am the
last to go to bed and the first to wake up, my days stretching longer and longer. The
best part of being in the hospital for 3 weeks: we took lots and lots of naps. This
weekend, Shawn and I are planning a Sunday afternoon nap date, no exceptions. I will
be lazy and indulge myself in a nap before my undereye circles become any
Loving...being home again. The smell of our house, snuggling up on my couch,
cooking in my own kitchen, bathing in my big bathtub: there really is nothing like being
in your own sacred space. I have loved catching up on all my emails and blog reading,
sifting through my favorite magazines, putting fresh sheets on the beds, eating
homegrown tomatoes. This place is where we belong.
Laughing...at a story one of my patients told me today. She went to the
grocery store, stocked up on her weekly supplies, got home to unload everything
and realized that she still had her hot rollers in her hair. She laughed at herself and
said, "Now this is why I love getting older: people look at me with curlers in my hair
and just think I'm old and bat shit crazy! I don't ever have to be self conscious the way
that I was when I was younger because people just expect us old folk to do things like
that. It's liberating!". My patients always have a way of making me look at life in a half
full kind of light.
Wishing...for good health, positive thoughts, and continued strength and courage.
It takes a lot of work to make it through a crisis the way that our family is attempting
to: mentally, physically, and spiritually. I pray that we can continue to navigate through
this time with grace and love, relying on each other and believing in the magic