Security

Well Mom, I tried to not write here today.

See where that got me!

Here again, sixteen months to the day you died.

Just am not ready to let go of this 'security blanket', as my grief healing journal still gives me comfort.

It is a sunny, almost mild day in the middle of November, and that makes it hard to 'fall' into winter, although our clocks fell back one hour a week ago.

Since I cannot stop the season, I had better prepare myself for the cold, dark months ahead.

I sincerely hope we have enough snow this year to brighten our lives in the northern hemisphere.

I will attempt to stick it out here this winter, without a southern escape, to take the time to plan my next move.

I am a few steps closer to that decision as I now know where I do not want to live.

Seems like it will be a process of elimination that will determine my choice, without any clear motivation at this moment in time.

However, life's journey has a way of changing when it's least expected, and armed with that knowledge, who knows where my steps will lead!

In the meantime, I will continue to wrap myself in the warmth of my written words whenever I want to feel secure . . . .