Today is the first day I’ve written outside since last summer, early fall. As my finger tips click-clack keys, a gentle wind brushes my hair out of my face. The melodious wind chime I put up a few years ago bats about in the breeze, sending joyful notes into the bright blue expanse. Birds chitter and answer the chimes. Sunshine warms my skin as it peeks from behind dollops of cumulus clouds. Engines roar somewhere off in the distance. Atticus and Rosie sun themselves on the sun roasted brick patio, Rosie kicking and whimpering in her sleep.
These past few weeks have been difficult. I’ve had low energy and motivation since trudging weekly through my trauma with my therapist. We’re finally getting to the heart of the trauma which is both exciting because I’m making so much progress, and gut-wrenching at the same time. I’ve mastered sitting with my feelings, but now directly opposing emotions are emerging which feels so complex and draining. But I am looking forward to the other side of this. I am ready for peace.
So if you are waiting on a letter, text, phone call from me, know that I am healing right now and “doing the work” as my boss says. I look forward to catching up and spending time with each of you.
How are y’all doing out there, friends?