I have finally recreated my home. I am done except for art for the walls that will come to me when we are ready for each other.
I have been sleep challenged since my father’s death many years ago. Add a heart that didn’t function very well and a partner with stage 4 cancer and peaceful sleep became out of reach. But I manage rather well with naps, early to bed sometimes, sometimes a bit of a sleep in, and just trucking along. I know those of you who parent young children know exactly what I mean. I also suspect everyone who carries a big work load or is filled with angst, expectations, concerns, worries, uncertainties…..you, know, most everyone! also understands what not sleeping well is like. We’ve all been there at some point.
Eight years ago today I faced death. I slid onto a cardiac emergency room Stryker bed and flat lined. Angels took care of me and I lived.
Although I have been aching to sit at my desk and write about my month in Michigan, I have equally been hesitant! It was an excellent month. Every minute was full of meaning and purpose. That in fact is what I learned in a new and deeper way: how to intentionally make every moment matter. By using my breathing, my focus, and by being intentional; by reminding myself frequently that all of this matters, that this is who I am and this is my life and it is sacred and I love it, I was able to find a dimension within myself that I have not touched in a long while.