Still practicing, and I think I know why.
The grief train is coming.
I have been wondering where the sadness is over my mom's death.
There is lots of sadness due to other things surrounding her, but not especially her death.
Anger, yes. Sadness, not so much.
Today I felt a little sad and I was grateful.
Grateful that I felt like crying, but grateful when that happened that I was at the grocery store with Brenna and I held it together.
I know, I know. Crying is healing. But I'm just not ready to loose all composure in a public place with my child in tow.
After the store, we had an impromptu photo shoot.
I was grateful for the feel of the breeze, the color of the grass and the shadows beginning.
I am grateful for goofiness,
being "over" the photo shoot,
and grateful for photos that aren't posed.
I'm grateful to have been able to sit with a friend post-surgery today.
I'm grateful for another friend who was able to call me even though her depression is rearing it's ugly head.
And I'm grateful to experience the simple task of gathering fresh eggs.