Calendar Girl Blog: Time
Time has graciously slowed down and 'important tasks' have faded into the background.
When I opened my eyes this morning, I realized that I am in a different place than a few days ago, prior to arriving at Henry's bedside.
I'll need to get my bearings. Yet there is no rush. No need to panic. Time so clearly is my friend and I will find my way. How could I not? The path has been blazed by Henry, his telltale signs so discretely marked, yet prolific just the same.
I can easily follow, at my own pace, in my own style. I too can 'make it beautiful'.
She may be sad, but Calendar Girl knows Henry is sitting smack dab in the middle of her heart, wearing his purple dancing skirt, laughing with the breeze.
Calendar Girl
When I opened my eyes this morning, I realized that I am in a different place than a few days ago, prior to arriving at Henry's bedside.
I'll need to get my bearings. Yet there is no rush. No need to panic. Time so clearly is my friend and I will find my way. How could I not? The path has been blazed by Henry, his telltale signs so discretely marked, yet prolific just the same.
I can easily follow, at my own pace, in my own style. I too can 'make it beautiful'.
She may be sad, but Calendar Girl knows Henry is sitting smack dab in the middle of her heart, wearing his purple dancing skirt, laughing with the breeze.
Calendar Girl
posted by Sue Richards at 10:46 AM
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