So many worries…
Is it time for my mother to stop her cancer treatment?
Should I take an aggressive, invasive approach to prevent cancer in my own body?
Need the release of every dollar be fraught with such anxiety?
Why is my sweet daughter suddenly exploding with anger?
After 25 years of marriage and 50 years of living, why do I feel as if everything is starting over?
But such elegant, smooth cord….
I treasure good friends who listen and who have, in some cases, faced the same worries.
Each day my daughter learns in a peaceful, loving academic environment
My sister, at least today, shares rather than attacks my thoughts about our mother’s care.
I’ve found new pursuits – knitting, drawing, and painting – to open a new chapter for my hands; my heart will follow, surely.
I’m grateful for the Lithia Writers, who have my back from so very far away.
And the finest needle, language, in its infinite richness and precision….
May it help me string these beads, and place them in my fingers to touch and consider.
Every word can be a healing, every page a release.
We are fortunate, indeed, to write.