I'm not even going to bother trying to explain or to make excuses for not posting here for the past 22 days. Life just happens sometimes.
And, as much as I swear to the importance of the written word, there are times when people and relationships come first and that is how it should be.
The way I see it, lived experiences add juice to the written word.
It's not to say I didn't write but my paper journal is what invites me to come forth at the end of a long busy day. It's a place to let go. It is like coming home.
A very dear friend of mine broke her hip on June 26th. What a shitty deal that is, especially for someone who is in the last year of her eighties, active and full of life. But a broken anything is a shitty deal for anyone I suppose.
This one is a trooper in every way imaginable and she wasn't about to give up.
The will to live, a healthy mind, a positive attitude, and a strong desire to continue to live her reason for being is helping her make tremendous strides on her road to recovery.
Everyday I've been expressing gratitude that I live closer to her now and I was able to visit and spend a lot of time with her through her 3 week hospital stay.