Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Recognizing the need for additional self-help strategies earlier this week, while navigating a predominantly grief filled day. Prompting me to make an appointment for an early evening massage. Contacting one of Mike and Kelly's friends to plan an upcoming coffee date. Bundling up against the cold and stepping out to absorb some late afternoon sun on the patio. While there, breathing deeply with eyes closed, asking for a sign of reassurance from my son. Within moments, hearing the distinct sound of a hummingbird flying by. The first one I have noticed this season. Then moving inside to settle in on the sofa. Rereading an old copy of The Little Prince. Allowing this exquisite story to wash over me. At the end of the day, none of these activities "fixing" the situation. Just doing what they were intended to which was to support my spirit. And that, they did beautifully.