I'm back. Dipping my toes back into the pool. Toes painted with hearts (I did this myself) in celebration of health restored.
What a summer it was!
Didn't go at all as planned. I planned and planted, but fate had other designs.
I won't go into details here. Enough to say I was very sick for over two months. Couldn't garden. Couldn't do much of anything but read, sleep, teach my lessons, stay out of the heat, and try to figure out how to get well.
In both the literal and figurative sense, weeds overtook the garden while I was dealing with this extended illness.
My greatest emotion now is gratitude. Gratitude that I'm well again and able to do the ordinary things of life, like laundry and grocery shopping, without a struggle.
My heart goes out to those who live with chronic illness. My struggles are just a shadow by comparison.
Coincidentally (or maybe not) an artist friend, Sarah, recently had something to say about both weeds and illness on her Art Calling blog, in two separate, lovely articles/reflections on these topics.
After reading what she had written, I thought it might be of value to jump back in here and, over time, share some of the things I've discovered during this recent detour.
It's easy to post when things are going well. Not so comfortable to write for public view when all my best intentions and efforts are lost in a tangle of weeds.
The choices I make for many years to come are likely to be influenced by the lessons learned from this difficult time, now past.
Not going to say it all today. Just glad to be back.