I grew up in a rural neighborhood bordering on woods. I spent a lot of my childhood playing, resting and walking in nature.
Today I still find comfort in watching a river flow and listening to the birds.
Yesterday my paternal grandmother, Joyce, was laid to rest. We had a graveside service.
People, especially those in my family, are sometimes hard for me to understand. They are complex and ever changing. I don’t often know what to do or say, especially when I’m sad.
Someone once told me grief is love with no place to go. I have an abundance of love looking for a home and I’m thankful for family and friends who are happy to receive it.
I solace walking, looking at plants and insects. It’s something I never tire of. My plant and insect friends are unbothered by my tears and messy feelings. They just accept me where I am at. I’m so grateful.
