Fits and Starts

Stop. Start. Fumble. Fall. Get up again.

I am laughing at myself. Really.

Here I am again. Hello, Readers.

Since I posted last I went on a lovely trip to San Francisco to see some friends. It was wonderful to connect with them again, and it did my heart so much good. I treated myself to a room at The Westin St. Francis Hotel on Union Square. Just glorious. There was dim sum and walking in Chinatown with my friend J; and a pot luck picnic in Golden Gate Park with my friend V.

I returned to find the place my sister and I had arranged for me to rent from her all set up and ready. So many sweet messages placed all around to welcome me…

      

on the walls…

and this one on the sofa.

Here is the living room, complete with a gliding rocker where I can put my feet up.

My delightful little laptop-friendly space…

and my cozy bedroom.

My sister is one of the most thoughtful people I know.  (Is this someone who is on my side, or what?) There was coffee and a coffee maker, some food in the fridge, Hint Water (if you haven’t tried Hint Water, it’s sooo delicious!)…there was even some wine, a bottle of red and a bottle of white. I had everything I needed to get settled in.  (Thank you, Sis!)

I have been back a couple of weeks. In that time my sister and I went to Garden City in Kansas for a baby shower for my niece. I was so happy to be able to be there for that! What a treat!

So…things are good. Things are still up in the air, but they’re good. Maybe things are actually always up in the air, even when we think they’re stable and solid, even we think we know which way the river is turning. There are always surprises…and thank heaven for that.

I wrote in my personal journal this morning:

“This is my life right here…right now. This is not a wrong turn off the path…it is the path. Whoever would have guessed that this is where the path would lead? Whoever would have guessed that this is where love would lead? Certainly not I.”