My Heart is Riding Shotgun

I was hiking Mayflower Gulch Grand Traverse trail. It was 60 degrees. The sky was blue with a few scattered, cotton ball clouds.

It's time you get to know the man in my ife. He is short strong, and agile. And he is covered with the softest, glossiest black hair.

In preparing for Tim's celebration of life, one of the first things I did was create a slide show. I spent countless hours accessing photos on every device and storage place.

Writing helps me to gain a greater understanding of my own life.

As I stood in meditation and learned of Kintsugi, I wept.

I made a note in my journal a few months ago about something I read about love.

The day after Tim died, I went to a yoga class. And I felt nothing on my mat.

It can feel lonely when you are no longer part of a plural pronoun.

Being in nature is one of the easiest was to be present.

When I reflect, and feel doubt about something I have done in the past, I am training myself to ask, "did I do the best I could with what I knew?"

As much as we can, lets remember that great beauty can come from change.

Okagesama, which is often used conversationally in Japan to express thanks, is the acknowledgement of unseen forces in the world which make life possible.