Yesterday the husband and I weeded the garden. Focused on strawberry beds. I sat on the ground for at least 2 hours. Sometime during which an unknown insect buIt the holy crap out of my arm. Didn't feel it as it happened but today it is quite swollen, red, and itchy. Ants?
When my granddaughter moves away I will need to reinvent myself, fill up time that was filled with Anah. A trip, a project, a class, ? Focus solely on writing? I've grieved for months. Healing will come. I'd like to have some ideas on hand for when I'm me again, when my Muse will return, when I'm ready.
As I laid on my bed last night I thought about autobiographical posts, a recording for when I can no longer remember.
When I organized my art journals today I thought maybe some collage.
I often think too much and don't actually do anything. That will change. I can change. I will.
But oh gosh I miss her already.