I'm back, kind of.
In that, well, here I am.
The stomach-flu/food poisoning is over. The allergy/flu is lingering. The bruising and such from the fall down the stairs has faded. The sucker-punch grief, well, she's still here. There will be goats to milk this week, and impulsively purchased snowshoes to break in. Taking a lot of solace in a new widow's blog, though that feels awful to say - that I am glad she's here, though horrified that she needs to be. But it's helping, so there is that. So here I am, looking for the road that might eventually appear. Stumbling along and singing best I can.
I really don't have much to say. Thanks for checking, thanks for reading, thanks for listening.
When Lovers Die
When Lovers die in their journey,
The spirit's king runs out to meet them.
When they die at the feet of that moon,
They all light up like the Sun.
- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi