Joe and I went to Calgary and then on to the Banff area. It was a very different time, we were young for one thing, had 2 very small children and the future unfurled before us uncluttered by any debris of life’s upsets. Now and close to home, it is also very different. Both children grown, we are older and a TBI has shifted the course we thought we were on. Life does that to everyone in some form or another, at one age or another. It is inevitable, yet so far the sun has continued to rise, the rivers continue to flow and trees grow and fall. Each day an adventure in a whole new way.
What is it about a bridge that calls out to be crossed? Maybe it is the idea of venturing into something new, or the idea of leaving something no longer needed behind.
New month new look. After years with my old blog look I decided it was time to try something new! With all the changes I have taken on, and had to take on over the last year, it felt like I just needed to do it. Though my finger did hover over the publish button, no lie. I like the streamlined look, and had considered it some time ago, bit just couldn’t seem to do it. I am starting my end of year review and next year planning, a fun bit of daydreaming and accounting, maybe that has something to do with it.
Today I said farewell to a dear friend who is moving many states away. Off on a new adventure years is the making. She is migrating, following a flight line to a new nesting place. Our time together today was as fun as always, and yet, a very bittersweet one. I feel so many doors have closed lately, and don’t see any opening to lead someplace new, exciting and good. All shall be well, all shall be well.
After a few weeks of work and waiting, I went live today! Hopefully the gremlins are, and remain there! It feels good to have made this step at last even though I know it is just the start of the work. Onwards and upwards!
Visiting my childhood home has become an event tinged with sadness. It is an old house and was over 200 years old when I was a child so it has seen some wear. But when I was a child it didn’t look like wear, it was home. Now I see all the foxing, rubs and “patina”. It is hard to see and harder to accept the fact that each visit may bring the last dinner eaten around the table. It is just time, and there is no holding it back or slowing it down. That season of loss is coming on a timetable all its’ own.