I didn't blog over the weekend. I didn't have much to say.
I guess it's because I was into my own thoughts, and trying to work them out.
Sometimes, it's just that way.
So yesterday after the obligatory trip to the Salvation Army with my mother, where the pastor made rude and inappropriate remarks about the President of the United States, and I ceased trying to hide that I was reading my Kindle throughout the ENTIRE SERVICE; I took myself for a ride.
It was chilly, but the sun was beyond lovely, and I needed to get away from all human form.
I needed to be with ME.
I knew what was coming today, and I needed to prepare myself. There were places I needed to go, and tears I needed to cry, and feelings I needed to acknowledge.
And I did.
Even though it was still winter in the woods, it was beautiful to my eyes. It was soothing to my soul.
Next week, I am having surgery AGAIN. This one is a Posteria Fossa Revision, or in other words, a surgery to remove the scar tissue between the rods on my cervical spine, and thus stop the displacement of my poor brain, AGAIN.
So yesterday, I processed all this.
Today, I am being Scarlett O'Hara. I'll think about it tomorrow.
Right now, I'm knitting, and being in the moment.
I'm thinking about blue skies, even if they are all in my head.
Pun intended.
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