The days fly. Work. Work is so busy right now, grinding me down with long hours and travel. Liam. He is moving through many transitions -- potty training (Done!), pre-school (I am so blessed and lucky to have him in his little school.), new babysitter (Because preschool schedules are apparently written for the independently wealthy, 9-2 anyone?).
We find our way. Where do I give today and where do I take. Where do I go fast and where do I hang on to slow. Can I turn over the right leaf, see what is barely hidden, almost in plain site. On the last hot sunny Wednesday morning of the season do I really have to work, or can I sit on the porch with the sun on my face and just talk. Cook a slow lunch before I go get Liam at school. Uncovering, if I am lucky, a little more of myself every day. And today, in the deep forest, far up the steep hill, in the mist and rain, mushrooms.
I am trying to look at the face what will be undoubtedly be a rough few months. The anniversary of the day Will went into the hospital for the last time; came home for the last time; after that. And then, into the second year; no more days of "the last . . .whatever it is. . .Will was alive." We make our way ahead -- forward, choosing the best of what is all around us. So, belated autumn blessings and welcome fall rains that bring returning salmon, early nights, and mushrooms. I will try to be in this space more often.