It certainly has been an eventful week. I've tried to keep things as normal as possible around me. I am the same on Facebook, on the phone, at work and mostly at home. But moments are sneaking up on me more frequently; moments of despair and fear. Except for you I am alone in knowing this because the words don't come out. They lie inside me wanting to burst but I keep them down; I let myself linger too long on sad paths.
And now, with Christmas a week away it is time to shake myself off and get moving. I tarried too long and have gotten myself into a pickle. I am behind in everything from shopping to getting out cards. I think they will be hand delivered this year. Downstairs the family fit in a darling tree they decorated last night and it felt so good to hear the laughter and songs.
It has been a difficult year physically and I have kicked myself soundly for letting that interfere with the most blessed and wonderful time of year. Shortly before this blog I had this Epiphany, this good, strong feeling of peace. The All is Well. The Get Up and Count Your Blessings.
And that is what I plan to do.
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