“Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.”
~ Mary Oliver
Yesterday, I spent a good part of the day in solitude and silence and regained my footing. It was, serendipitously, the warmest day of the year so far and I was able to enjoy time outdoors tending my potager garden and planting a few more rows: best medicine there is.
I learned of the passing of a woman I was acquainted with through our respective books about adoption, and with whom I presented about writing our healing truth at the American Adoption Congress conference a few years ago, on social media yesterday.
One person posted a cryptic message that started an avalanche of others asking what had happened. The dear woman had been battling cancer for some time and had shared much of her journey so it wasn’t unexpected. What was, for me, unexpected was the 21st century way the news leaked out.
Late yesterday a family member posted a few words confirming she had died; I pray that all those close to her heard the news before the internet made it public. Common sense seems to not be so common any more.
Gerry arrived home from a hike late in the afternoon with a little baggie of tiny flowers he plucked along his way. I captured a few images of them–perhaps I’ll share one tomorrow.
Today, I’m looking forward to a visit with my bestie; more food for the soul. Meanwhile, here’s a few lilac shots from yesterday.