Have A Beautiful Week
Friends, I hope my words find you well at the start of this glorious fall week.
I have spent the last few days deep in loving thought. Today is the third anniversary of my father’s passing. In looking back I feel like the time has slipped by so quickly. Three years without him. Three years knowing he is surrounded by infinite love and grace.
Now that he has a better view in that indescribably beautiful place, I hope he sees how much he is missed. I hope he feels how much he is loved. How each of us has found our own way to honor and remember him.
In a few days my husband and I will be escaping to the mountains. This is the time of year my father enjoyed the most, and we will be going to a place that he loved very much. I want to go out amongst the granite walls, peaceful lakes, rushing streams and countless trees, fill my body with that magical, healing Sierra air and know he is there in everything I feel, sense and see. I really do believe he lives on in the things he loved when he was here. I don’t think that love ever stops, no matter where we are, be it in body or spirit.
Naturally my thoughts also turn to my health and how it may influence our time away. I’m trying not to worry about my energy and pain. I am blessed with a very loving, patient and supportive partner. I know there are no expectations of me. I will set the pace. He will know exactly what to do.
Worry really is so unnecessary.
I will be spending the next few days feeling happy and at peace, getting ready for this beautiful adventure. I will be feeling grateful, too. For memories. For love. For good days. For great days. For opportunities. And for living in this incredible state, with so many amazing places close to home to explore.
Have a beautiful week.
Until my return . . .