Home. Caught a bug on the ride home. Should have worn a mask. Haven't been able to visit anyone really, cause who wants to get this bug? Chelsea comes to Willows this evening, gee I hope I feel better soon, one week is too long when a month is my time home. The last few nights I have gone to bed at 5pm… I have never slept so much!
Or maybe the mask had nothing to do with it, but the election did.
Coming home after seventeen months away,
living in France as long as I had lived in the States,
My children voting for the first time in an American election.
Knowing my family is growing older…
Wondering how certain people will feel safe?
Sensitivity, nor anger is a road delicate to thread.
Bloom where you are planted is a challenge,
or maybe the real challenge is scattering seeds.
My Godchild and nephew has changed the most. He is not longer looking like a little boy. Wow.
He is riding like his dad, like his Vo, my dad.
And he is a very good rider!
How lovely it is to be home, in my mother's house, in her garden…
Many bird houses, nests, on a ladder stand next to my mother's front door.
We are one, together.
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