Solo piping plover and white crane.
Finally the milkweed puffs are ready. Picked up by the slightest breeze, they float all around the yard. I make wishes on them.
Anniversary dinner at Village Tavern. Watching the couple who is at the table next to us. Body language. On phones. Icy conversation. Silence. Working to avoid being that couple in another five, ten, twenty years.
Witnessing her six month mark. Nothing to do, but be present, listen and love her up from afar.
Dreams about driving the car into a frozen pond.
Apple pie, apple cake and apple crisp. So many apples.
Focused and clear communication. Expressing needs. This is a direct outcome of my work in EMDR.
Las Vegas. A white man with a semi-automatic rifle. An easy way to kill and hurt so many people. Paying attention to how people language this tragedy.
When the world doesn't make sense, going to the beach, laying on the stones and listening to the waves.
The knowledge that some people just don't get it.
The news that the hospital social worker, who has been a part of our lives for nine years, is moving on. Tears on the phone with her, she has one month left. Wondering who will take her place. Missing her support and kindness and compassion already.