I still have not written about Burning Man or my week of silent retreat at Asilomar. I have journals full of hand writing (which normally, I do little of these days) to glean from over the next weeks. I am off to birth babies this weekend then have 10 straight days at my Portland home to tend the new gardens I am creating. Fall is the best time to amend soil and plant perennials. It will also be some time to tend the soil and plant the roots of the new love I am co-creating. The new creation of ‘we’ between two independent, competent and self-sustaining individuals.
While I believe I have always been fairly good at this, after my husbands death, I will never take for granted the magnificence of being alive. Every. Moment. Every. Breath. I know the incredible gift of Hearts-Opening… Love-Being… I am experiencing with this delightful man. I choose to savor each experience. All of it.