Crocuses are the ultimate symbol of hope and the importance of carrying on, in my opinion.
I drew upon all my knowledge of the winds, sky, temperature, soil, watering schedule, seasonal changes, and I could not think of what could be causing her sorrows.
Today, for me Christmas is about having less, giving to others and indulging in things that bring comfort and joy.
This year we won’t be doing that with you. Your Joy is still there, but your life moved on.
Mommy loves to tell the story of the day I was born. As soon as I was all cleaned up and looking beautiful, they handed me to my Daddy. Of course, I was yelling my fool head off as babies tend to do. He smiled, patted my rear, and snuggled me close.
You will become what you deserve, my friend.
Writing on the blog is deeply personal. I imagine I sit you down, offer you tea, hold your hand and look you in the eyes. Whilst you may read this and throw it away, or never think of it again, I think of it every day. The power of you sitting with me, and giving me space to share my thoughts.
But mum was right. Sooner or later, I have to find my way back to that gentle place. It’s scary and it’s vulnerable and it can die a billion times between each victory…