There are a million little details about what we did during our time in upstate New York: the river swimming, cooking and flower picking. But they seem less relevant now than the lasting impact the time there had on my state of mind. There were bold, vivid, healing dreams at night, which bled seamlessly into the hundred synchronicities of my days. After being constantly surrounded by green life through floor to ceiling windows, I tripled the number of indoor plants in our home upon our return and am trying my hand at propagation. I'm slower, more open, taking in much less but allowing it to affect me much more. And the peace: I found there a continuing peace I've not known since the loss of my mother last year, and the time and space to give that loss the attention it needed (and will continue to need.)
I returned home with a long hanging haze lifted, with sharp eyes and a ready heart. It hasn't been easy to look back on the last year with these sharpened eyes, but the introspection I've needed is finally able to be had, along with the courage and vulnerability for honest sharing. I'm ready for the work ahead of me and to embrace the new woman who has emerged from loss.
only one name is on my mind as I write this post:
May you all find yours rising when you most need it!
images: taken on iPhone (oops, forgot my camera!) © Kristen Gregg