I am so grateful!
My father’s dying looked a lot more like living on Wednesday. He was out of bed! He was out of his room! He was sitting up at the movie at his place. And I heard he had gone down to the dining room for dinner the night before. *And* that he was holding hands with the woman who has set her sights on him. Nice. So nice. So much nicer than seeing him sleeping all the time. And being out of his mind.
This dying thing is not linear or clear-cut, is it? Jeeze, like the rest of living, huh?
I am better better better! My cough is a rare thing now. I can breathe much better.
My energy is coming back.
I made it to hula class.
I would really like to make it to a dance this week. Saturday, after Avatar?
I’m grateful for friends.
I’m grateful for the room share at Pantheacon. I will be staying with Ladybug and Avery (her 8-month-old baby). I get to go!
I’m grateful for my sister and for Jackie, who care about and hold space for me even when I do things they are sure aren’t good for me.
I’m grateful for my loving heart, my sense of humor, my trust in spirit, my cozy home, homemade kombucha with lavender-mint infusion, health, wealth and this new beautiful day.