Thursday, September 27, 2012


So, once again illness is coming to our house. We know it's coming, but we don't know in what direction it will take us.  We are now riding tides of anxiety, doubt, and sheer terror.  Hope is hanging by it's rope and the crystal drops of that "knowing" that all will come out well sparkle around us in brilliant bursts of lightness of being, but they are still not quite able to break through to surround us in a confident halo.  Too soon, too scary. It is v...

So my focus is directed to our home, our sanctuary.  To our garden, to healing. Our home, our garden, our love. Our first instinct is to fold into ourselves maybe in the hopes that we will find we are wrong, that we have been mis-informed. Or maybe telling just makes it more real and that isn't what we want.  I must stop here, because that is as far as I have come.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v


  1. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help you during this difficult time. I'm holding you both in my heart. m-e

  2. You're held in ours as well. m