I was talking to my neighbor about the state of my brain these days – constant anxiety about my mom that never seems to find a safe place to land. She suggested antidepressants. I came home and we lit the candelabra and I ate a wrap and drank some ginger steeped hot water. Then we listened to Obama talk about health care. T gave me a foot rub. Later, I was on the screen porch looking for Bam Bam and as I leaned over to pick him up, I caught a big whiff of the night blooming jasmine that I planted three years ago near the screen porch so that I could one day be standing there and need aromatherapy in lieu of antidepressants. Wala.
Now that is good planning.
siempre pienso en ti y en todo el proceso que estas pasando con tu mamá. yo sé que es bien fuerte y deprimente porque lo pasé con la mía. hay que oler el sabor de las cosas y el de esos seres que nos dejan sus huellas. muchos besos y un fuerte abrazo
gracias y un abrazo para ti tambien – no podia pasarlo sin el apoyo de mis amigas.