One of the things that I've come to dread, in a way, is change. New medical information on anyone in my family makes me very anxious, and I think, honestly, that I was never really an anxious person before. Shy, yes. Introverted, yes. Depressed, sometimes. But in my interior world, repetitive and useless worry really never had much of a voice until Babygirl became ill.
But I live in a part of the world where change is a routine and frequently breathtakingly lovely part of life.
Raking leaves is inherently meditative. You can lose yourself in the sound, the smell, and the coolness of the air, and be grateful.
DeeDee
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