clearing the air

Come sit with me on the porch...

Just this...

In the midst of having our dreams come true, a wee medical adventure began for me. It started with a tumble on our deck at the house in CT, and unfolded for months after that. There has been much testing and several specialists and no driving for six weeks and we are still not sure what's been going on...

But all the big, scary things have been eliminated and the cloud of worry has become less thick. And I am cleared to drive again.

And after all, we are in Vermont. We are working on projects and plans and we are soaking up the best that each day has to offer.

A few weeks ago, we hosted a movie night here and watched The Lunchbox, a 2013 Indian film, directed by Ritesh Batra. It was a charming film, with an ending that left us all speechless and wondering. But one of the lines in the movie has become the slogan for our summer...Sometimes the wrong train gets you to the right station.

Even with the best laid plans, hard work and intention, you can bet that we are not in control. But if we are very lucky, we may end up at the right station anyhow.

So, I am still here, safely at the right station, despite the circuitous route I have taken. And I am filled with gratitude, because "gratitude changes everything".  I am so grateful to Batman for his love and support. And my cousin Kristen who wrapped me in comfort and hope and drove me many places. Anne at My Giant Strawberry has no idea how much her Joy in June helped me cope in the worst of times. (Thank you, dear Anne!) Good thoughts and prayers came from the small group who knew about my trials. And all of you, dear readers, with your sweet comments on whatever I was blogging about, helped cheer me every day.

Thank you for shining your light in the world. xo