pushing off

Tears do not wash away the debris they bring any more than rain empties the sky of water. I go to my desk... (Anne Riophe)

Acceptance of a different Sunday morning in a slightly emptier house. Slanted thoughts this past week ~ and still vaguely off-center. Many thanks to friends and family who empathized and supported. Everyone has at least one loss/love/pet story to share.

A profusion of emotions have temporarily drained my winter reserve of energy. I accomplished next to nothing except knitting, reading, writing in notebooks ~ drinking a lot of tea and talking. We decide to bury Spike's ashes in the hole he dug under the bench by the adobe wall. The one he usually sat in ~ cool earth on hot summer days ~ cosy burrow to sleep in. Snow makes it all picturesque now.

It reminds us that we still have, in a small dusty painted tin box, the ashes of the sweet dog that preceded Spike. It's been on a windowsill in the kitchen for 13 years! oh dear. Time to pull ourselves together. For now I'm not going forward as much as going around, but like Persephone, I hope to emerge soon.

...you don't need to feel isolated. You only have to open yourself to the support that is all around you and in you....breathe in awareness and your smile will return.
     Thich Nhat Hanh