Poetry

 I’d forgotten how much I love poetry. And without my books handy, I can only find stuff online, but still. 

“Separation

Your absence has gone through me

Like thread through a needle.

Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

— W.S. Merwin

Jared is back working, which means travel. After almost 7 months of him working from home, this is difficult. And yet, the beginning of a return to normalcy is a relief. But I miss him, and I miss our old house. So I am dipping into my stash of ebooks, and re-reading the most comforting of them. I am knitting on projects old and new, because each stitch is one more soft and soothing act. And I am hugging Emmett, when he holds still, because someday he will not and I will miss him. 

Happy Things:

* autumn weather, and autumn leaves as they shift from green to gold

* chocolate

* handknit sweaters. or really, any sweater. it’s like wearing a hug.

* i have access to the storage unit (and my stash) again

* my family

* my friends

* going to church in person again, and singing!

* God is good.