Something's changing
for the better, I hope. I've noticed in the past few days that I am back to listening to PBS music in my car - not just playing David's CD over and over and over. I'm remembering more and more special moments we had together, and the tears come gently, but unexpectedly.
I'm buckling down and taking care of what needs to be done around the house - tasks that I've put off for so very long.
I'm reminded of an analogy a friend told me long ago... When you drop a bar of soap in the bath tub and grab for it, it just keeps squirting away. If you just let it come to you, you'll have it. I think I've stopped grabbing, grasping...
I'm buckling down and taking care of what needs to be done around the house - tasks that I've put off for so very long.
I'm reminded of an analogy a friend told me long ago... When you drop a bar of soap in the bath tub and grab for it, it just keeps squirting away. If you just let it come to you, you'll have it. I think I've stopped grabbing, grasping...
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