Much time is being spent these days .. in reflection and gratitude. With each passing day I am more aware of
the Gift of Gratefulness.
I am continuously reminded of the blessings in
my life, all those beautiful things I don’t ever deserve.
It’s quite easy to get
caught up in what I don’t have. Things both missing and taken. But I don’t have
to look far before I’m humbled again by these precious gifts.
Life continues in the pain as i navigate my way through this process of grieving. Constantly reminding myself of Life's blessings .. not to minimize the loss(es) .. but to put into perspective everything I've been given.
A most hard-fought battle, his bravery unmatched ... it was, sadly, a battle not to be won.
And now 7 months have passed since My Love has gone.
My world still spinning, my heart far far far-removed from this blog ... I have finally sensed an ever-so-small measure of strength to sign-on, if only momentarily ... if only to write the unspeakable. The unthinkable. The unbearable.
Keeper of the roses.
Keeper of the kitties.
Still a little girl at heart, with an insatiable desire to make all things pretty. I rescue the cast~offs, love them, and give them new life .. time~worn, unwanted or flawed .. they are all still beautiful to me. I prefer to see the potential in all things. And I tend to view all of life, in and of itself, as 'art'.