October 15, 2009

The third month anniversary of my Mom's death is today. It is two months since my first blog was posted on this site.

Now that I am hiking, as much as possible, with and in nature, I am grieving more easily it seems. At least the waves are more like ripples these days, and the tears, when they fall, subside more quickly. I no longer feel like I am drowning. I know I will reach the light as I navigate to the end of each pipeline of tears.

My drifting is somewhat comforting. I need not know where I am headed, and the loss of my anchor allows me freedom to roam. The journey, not the destination, is my focus.

I still yearn for my soul mate, although I realize that I cannot control my destiny. I can only hope and pray that fate will bring him into focus on my journey of life.