June 7, 2009

  • It's been a quiet weekend. I did that first whole body massage yesterday and have some stiff muscles to show for it. Today I worked in the garden. I planted patty pan yellow squash, beans, and zucchini.  I did some weeding in the onions. Even though it's supposed to rain this afternoon, I watered the garden.  The potatoes need more hilling and I just ran out of steam before I was able to get to it.   A glance to my right tells me the rain has started. Good. I need that penetration into the soil so seeds will germinate.  I've not done a good job of keeping the onions moist this week, so the rain is especially appreciated.

    I've been thinking some more of the mom I wrote briefly about the other day. She is living my worst fear, the death of a child. I've been afraid of meeting up with her since her loss occurred. When I did encounter her, I think I handled it okay, but I am ashamed to say that part of me wanted to flee from her. I didn't flee, didn't shut down my heart.   I just hugged her and listened to her.  Afterwards, I felt as if something big  was dripping off my breasts, off my chest. A big hole. I thought perhaps I could figure something out about keeping that hole hidden, but I have nothing. Just a lot of wishes and a misplaced magic wand.

    Blessings abound