In the night kitchen, where we are starving fear and feeding love. Pasta primavera in our supper bowls. Zoomed with all four of our kids as a group, texted with both brothers, chatted with a bff from college as he walked along Lake Michigan, email from one of our kids' beloved middle school teachers. Norah Jones, the Lumineers and Neil Young tunes as I stitched. And now, a spring thunder storm with hail bouncing off the ground. So many silver linings in spite of the heaviness.
Suspended animation. Hours evaporating into one another. Work being done remotely and learning new skills around that. Making do with what we have.
Talking about the "what ifs" but not dwelling there.
Readjusting expectations. Letting go. Sinking into the spaciousness.
Sending comfort, hope, love.
We can do hard things.