
The summer is slipping away from me. from us. There was so much we wanted to do, so many places we wanted to go, so many veggies we I wanted to eat.
When July rolls around I find it tough. Last week I found myself running to the past, picking up it’s hurts and smearing them all over my body. A yearly mud bath… and I’ve come to allow myself to just “go there”, to not fight it, to be sad and hurt and healed all in one. And once it’s over I can go forth and be thankful and breathe in the rest of the summer.
So I am landing here. Taking the good stuff forth and thankful for the way things are… and sometimes that’s how you get to the core. I could have been raising them alone, I could be stuck in the confusion of who I was. I know myself now, I know him now, and although I know they remember, I know they have watched us heal and mend and become who we really are.

…last week we both reminded each other… that if we had not survived the war in our marriage.. there would be no place for her…