Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Sorting life out

Making space in my life is getting harder.
I just organized my craft room
(isn't there something better we can call that!?)
It was like walking back in time.

It was all packed up months after the accident and set to rest in the basement.
It was time to dig in and make it all mine again.

I left my house at 8:30 am on Saturday, August 16, 2008
and never returned.

I can't seem to move past that realization.
As I cleaned out boxes (sans bra)I saw old receipts from the grocery store in AZ.
I saw my yoga notes for my next class, and my menu for the next week along with a to do list.

But it was therapy for me.

And I thought a lot.

I can take the good with the bad, the new with the old and still know
I belong here--and that "here" isn't in AZ or in UT, it is
and will always be wherever my family is.

check out me here.