August 31, 2009

Another Monday, and this one is sunny and cool. The last day of August reminds me that autumn is almost here. Labour Day is one week away. This time of year always triggers a grief reaction, just as spring awakens renewed hope in me.

Today began as a difficult one, with no one available for me. My mother was almost always there when I needed to hear her friendly voice. Her unconditional love is missing now.

My eldest called and invited me to join in a celebration of a new condo acquisition, which enabled me to redirect my focus. My joy and pride are my children. I enjoyed the time we spent together, and my long, fast-paced walk home.

Physicality does assist me, and I attempt to build it into each day as some form of exercise. I often listen to loud music, which feeds my soul, and energizes me. Dancing brings me joy.

I know that time will heal me, yet this is so hard.

Endings are difficult, just as beginnings are full of promise.

The cycle of life goes on, and I crave being in the natural world where my soul will feel at home.

I crave the embrace of another soul as well, who has been sadly absent lately.