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A disconcerting end to summer and melancholy beginning for fall. I am pretending my son and his wife are off to college, when in reality they have moved to North Carolina. Although I was aware of this well thought out and prepared for move, it has none the less, been bittersweet. Just plain sad to see them go, fully conscious of the benefits for them, selfishly, I am sad. I miss them both and wish them well. sigh.
And another chapter for my daughter, her final year of grad school, plans to enter the real world of children with disabilities, their treatment plans, and their frightened, sometimes belligerent parents. All mixed up with the joys of planning a wedding. Her dress is almost as beautiful as she is radiant while modeling it. No photos allowed.
Fortunately Michael and I can ride off for adventures together, holding onto each other, closer than ever before.
His work has been crazy. Mine always is crazy, it's what I do. Ever hopeful that the new boss would be capable, not daring to hope for spectacular, but true to her word and would in fact, do her job... ever hopeful.
An awful course of medication for an allergic reaction to a deer fly, (now carrying an epi pen)becomes a reality check. things change...
Buddha says, nothing is certain but change.
So fortunate am I to have my Tuesday night yoginis who practice with such joy. And the first children's workshop at Say Yes to Yoga was great fun. Subbing this month as Baujke travels to Holland for her Mother's 90th b'day. A sacred space. breave and breave.