I can't die yet, I'm having too much fun!While I write in here when I am able, meaning when I have a wifi signal and the inspiration, I don't write personal emails anymore save for the occasional 2-liner. Some of you understand this - thank you! For those who think I'm hopelessly sociopathic or lazy, I realize that's okay to think what you please (my Alanon program tells me I can't control people, places and things and I notice I need regular reminders of that) while I reaffirm that this is one of my principal sharing spaces. This blog - where I continue to be stuck on the next name - is my doorway and my open arms.
My journey to arrive here in the Highlands of Scotland has been considerable. I can sit in front of my laptop screen or be out walking as I was with Ruthie on Wednesday (see photo), well over an hour each way to a tiny loch where we snacked on fruit and nuts while picking up some scattered rubbish left by the thoughtless. I can be in the emerging spring garden with Tony and his gentle instruction, or hopping in the car such as I did yesterday to drive to Elgin with both Tony & Ali for a nice lakeside lunch and shopping. (We left some freshly made chips - fat 'n sassy French fries to you Yankees! - for the birds). I'm here, I'm living it and breathing it as heartfully as I can. I'm not writing long and newsy emails. I will share with you from here.
Neither am I available for leisurely phone calls, more than 5-10 minutes. That it is their business and personal line is one reason. That I am here to heal is another. I ask that you understand.
I love receiving your loving prayers, the sweet comments you leave here, heartfelt emails asking for no reply, even a postcard now and then - I feel loved by you. And I am here. I am here. Whatever happens, I am here.
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