Good morning, dear ones! Another week has passed and I’m a happy girl today. It was a rough week being wretchedly sick, but the worst is done and each day finds me stronger and quite amazed at the ability of life to bring so much pain and happiness all mixed up together.
I loved my weekend up in Canada with my rellies seeing so much beauty, having grand adventures, making more good memories. On our way home, Mums and I stopped by this river, entranced by the sun glistening on the water while a humdinger of a storm brewed in the background.
I arrived back at my beloved little apartment to find this sight welcoming me home.
The next three days were dreadful, with much pain and a few tears, but there were bright spots even there. I got to work from home with my windows open, listening to the birds and the creek. I had lots of homemade soup and various teas to warm me up. I watched a wonderful movie, The Visitor. I started reading a novel that was an unexpected reflection of my dark years as a teenager trapped in a religious cult. The story was gutting and healing for me. As I cried through the memories that gushed to the surface, it helped me see how far I’ve come, how much I’ve grown, and later I smiled so big.
I am not afraid like I used to be.
I am secure in my faith and lifestyle.
I can forgive my abusers.
I hardly ever have nightmares now.
I know what real love is.
So this morning I’m celebrating those precious gifts with a delicious breakfast. 🙂 I’m not even sure what it will be yet because I’m staying at a bed and breakfast on a business trip, but I know it will be something marvelous like French Toast with peanut butter and syrup, or…
…scrambled eggs with salmon and goat cheese.
Wherever you are today, I want you to know how grateful I am you are part of my life. Your comments and support and friendship are such a treasure to me, and I wish you a truly beautiful weekend knowing you matter, you are loved, and you are worth fighting for.