My move from Toronto to Kalamazoo has aged me about 15 years. I pray I come out of this with some youth and vigour……..
I ask myself, “Where to from here? What comes next?” As I yet another medical intervention for my poor dear struggle, fighting, trying, heart, I become introspective and search for meaning beyond the world as I know it today…..
I’m back. I’m doing well. I’m simultaneously courageous and a coward. Moving was very brave….moving was extremely difficult and reduced me to a puddle more times than I care to remember……..