it has been pretty much rain ... since the white layer one Sunday ... sometimes lashing the window in the middle of the night. The wind has been howling at times. And the storm warning on the weather station has let it be heard, several times.
I have been cooking bread, stash busting the kitchen, the bedroom and running down the supplies to what is needed, rather than wanted. I have re-kindled the sketching, digitally, which is a challenge. I like challenges, the only thing I had too many at once. I can say that was more than overwhelming. There are so many strands of life. You particularly notice that on a deep loss in atypical life, death and circumstances which upturned my life so drastically ... I thought I too would be leaving this world.
Those that have touched my life since ... some I know well, others hardly at all ... have all made a difference and the ripples of love, care, time, and patience are back in my life, instead of so much horrific, wordless ripples.