I have this weekend off. There is nothing planned except a party I’m not hosting. I get to take a 96 year old first generation Norwegian to a Sankta Lucia party hosted by a good friend of mine.
inwas just over there earlier tonight keeping company and helping to get her kiddos into bed. It was great. 3 of them and I wrote poetry. Or rather, they wrote poetry and I was the scribe.
this week has been one of the hardest I’ve had in a while. It’s over the worst hump I believe, but man. It sure has been strange. Like everything else I feel like I am learning so much. And continually go back to keep it simple, do the next right thing and let go and let god.
I’m beginning to see snd end to he messy adventure 2018 has been. Thank goodness!