There's a bit of irony in the title of this post...
in that the words are not coming easily of late,
and I'm finding it difficult to wax rhapsodically
about design and decor and all that jazz that I normally
love to gab about.
It all feels shallow and silly
and of small consequence. It isn't shallow and silly,
that's just the grief talking.
Art and beauty and creativity still matter,
perhaps now much more so than ever.
But for me?
I'm feeling quiet and contemplative,
and even a bit lost.
It's okay, it's normal, I get that....
it's a process, one I must go through.
No circumventing the stages of grief,
no going around it. Through it.
So, in the spirit of being true to myself and to you as well,
I'm letting my photos speak for me instead.
Another small handful
from the fields of Warrenton last week...
Thank you all for understanding,
and for just being you.
and although she had been in a great deal of pain all that final day,
the end came quickly and quietly.
No more pain, no more suffering, no more tears.
Goodnight, Mama.
I love you to the moon and back,
and I will see you again on the other side.
if you have ever lost someone, please play this song.