One Piece at a Time

There is still so much beauty in this season of letting go. Most of the trees are bare....and the last leaves are falling in the blustery wind.

I'm not going to lie....I've been struggling.  Margie's death happened so fast....and I'm still not feeling 100% after covid. The cough will eventually go away and the grieving will soften. It's all part of the ebb and flow of life.

There are still lots of chores and loose ends to to tie up...but I know it will be OK in the end. I'm certain of it. I've experienced loss before....it's not an unfamiliar feeling. And I'm comforted knowing that Margie was actually ready to go....she told us so many times. It's actually a miracle that it happened so quickly.

But the grief I feel about the future of our country is actually more troubling to me right now. With the timing of Margie's passing....I haven't had time to fully absorb it and it's hard to imagine what lies ahead of us. Right now I don't know how to think or act....or how to talk about it. Margie would have been deeply troubled by it all so she timed it perfectly.

This blog is about joy....so I'm not going write about it much here. But I needed to tonight. I needed to be real. And I do know that looking for and celebrating simple joys...and making and sharing art....and creating community will be more important than ever in the days....months....and years to come.

And I'm back to having breakfast at the puzzle table....finding one colorful piece at a time. And maybe for now...that is enough.