"If a woman holds on to this gift of being old while she is young and young while she is old, she will always know what comes next.." C.P.Estes
I've embraced this notion for many years, but I never saw my hard drive crapping out in a nano second - and with it my journal, my images, my years, my Daily Fiber. While I wait for the new part to arrive I think about resurrection, about starting over.
In 10 months I will pass into my sixth decade (God willing and the creek don't rise!) ETR (estimated time remaining) is in my thoughts more than I care to admit. I've developed insomnia this year and when I do sleep, my dreams are peppered with the grostesque, the fantastic, the horrifying. I calm myself with thoughts of travel. I tuck myself deeper into my down comforter, disturbing the sleeping cat, puff up my pillows which are covered in the softest linen, and I think about sleeping in a little Scottie trailer, a tiny tin airstream, somewhere out west, under the stars. Everything that I need, I have. And then it is morning.
I will be back! Thank you for checking in on me.
xox
