September 15, 2009

The two month anniversary of my mother's death is today. The sympathy cards are down, yet unread. This I will force myself to do before I put them away. A few tears is all I could handle. I prefer to stage this step in my journey.

The past three days have been very full.

A recent hike with others, in a wondrous Carolinian forest, tested my limits, challenging my endurance. I am happy to report only minor injuries and increased confidence. Of course some recuperation time would be in order, yet the next day I had arranged to meet a new friend at church and then have brunch afterward. I followed through with this plan, and made an early evening of it.

Yesterday, I volunteered at the annual fundraiser for the foundation set up by the parents of my nephew, who was killed in a car accident several years ago.

Today, it is little wonder that I am exhausted, and need to control my grieving. My reserves of energy are depleted, and I must make substantial deposits before I take any more serious withdrawals.

With a query, I was assured that my long distance soul is very much alive, and not far from me in thought. This knowledge brings comfort.

Now I pray for sleep, and the healing it naturally brings.