It's been a while..

And now I'm back.

I've been travelling, working, gardening, writing, loving, laughing, grieving and giggling while handling my ever present health issues.

The days are passing, as are the nights and slowly I am becoming myself again.

It's interesting how there are times when you need to withdraw from the world to be part of it.

I'm not used to being a passive interloper in this thing called life and am trying to take the lessons of patience and gratitude from having this time. Many would be grateful for the gift of time and I am working towards feeling that for myself and then I won't feel this time is being spent in vain.

I trust in the bigger picture and am doing my best to let go of the control I have always felt a need to have. I'm going to try to switch to a place of operating from faith instead of fear.

I was in my garden today and took a picture of one of the flowers. I love flowers, always have and I suspect always will. I'm posting it here because in one of the blogs I read quite often, it speaks of being creative every day as a way of showing/allowing appreciation and gratefullness to be present in your life.

I am grateful for the beauty of my garden and the wisdom of my mother to help me with the garden, even though she is no longer here with me to help or see the treasures from my toils.

I am grateful for the sense of pride and peace I receive from making my memorial garden for the parents I have loved and lost.

This picture is one of the many Hydrangeas that is blooming - but I must admit - the only one that has blue, pink and purple all in one plant. I am so happy that I saw this little beauty.

Day by day, step by step, breath by breath...