that winter is over.
i told someone this weekend that this blog was only about my surgery, and my healing. but i think i lied. i think it's more.
if i invited you here, and you chose to come, or if you've stumbled across this page of words and you keep reading, then it might be because you want to know me.
my style is unedited.
it's nice to see you here.
i made it through another winter. some of you know how hard this can be. i love the way books or movies, or sometimes a song, or just a line from a song can touch me. i just watched a quirky movie - dedication - and it touched me. i was about a very broken person, and a close friendship, a death, a winter, a cemetery, and a love.
i'm still waiting for that last one.
i've had my friendships.
and the past several years have been years of death.
mom. aunt ruth. dad. aunt margie. grandma.
the winters have been long. cold. dry. painful.
the cemetery is arlington, where the tombstones line up in perfect rows like trees in an orchard. but trees are alive. cemeteries are dead. cold. snowy. icy. sad. my heart breaks all over again when i go there, so i can't afford to go often. my heart, i've discovered, is still healing.
i want this to be my year. my year for physical healing. my year for emotional healing.
my year for love.
i don't want to be broken any more.