I am still in need of more rest than I was before. I get overloaded and overwhelmed so easily still.
I am more reactive to many triggers. Anything coming close to thinking about losing people I love makes me feel weak in the knees and helpless. I cling a little superstitiously to home base, fearing that the rest of what I have will be taken from me. My health, my cats, my home. If my PERSON could be utterly gone, GONE, in a millisecond, what else could disappear right in front of me?
There will also be love and surprises and art and projects of the heart (and spoons) that turn out even better than I ever imagined.