Like my cat hiding under the blanket, I, too, have been digging in. My nephew and sister left for their new home in another state. It's been three weeks.The grief has been...well below the surface. Their leaving, though sad, was not the most difficult part. Watching my children's heart break as their "pseudo-brother" left was tough. Old childhood wounds were tough, too.
But today I cleaned up my inbox of three months plus of unattended emails. I have gotten a grasp on some long overdue projects that I volunteered for. I have sent out orders (blessed orders!) for Story-Beads, feeling so grateful for the patience of my customers.
I am reading a lot, a long-time coping mechanism. I'm journaling some, though not enough; that's coming. I am trying to ease through the anxiety that has begun rearing its ugly head once again, like an old hormonal nemesis. I'm starting to feel better, starting to rejoin the larger world.
So, hello world! I'm still here. Some days I still feel like Sam the cat has the right idea and I hide under the covers, but that's a part of a mindful life, too, right?
