After spending the morning gardening, I sat on the back step by the hummingbird feeder reading last weekend. One persistent little guy kept returning to drink and each time he did, he cast a shadow on my book. So, I grabbed the camera, focused, and held the position until he arrived again.
So, my dears. I’ve had a loss in my life. My oldest sister succumbed to cancer on Friday, May 29. It was long and painful and her death was one of those things people call a blessing. It just doesn’t feel that way to me right now. I’m not sure when I’ll have the heart to write a real blog post again, but if you don’t see me here for a while, know that somewhere I’m writing, because that’s how I heal.
Blessings to all. And if life gets challenging for you, remember to look for the hummingbirds.