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It's been a long time since I've been here, and it feels good to be back. It is indeed odd, however, to look back at the past six or so entries, and think about what has gone on since then.
This August, it will be the third anniversary of my mother's death, a time that replays again and again in my mind, as I still try to sort out events, decisions, and feelings. Mama Gray, her beloved cat, is now gone as well, but we did fulfill my promise to my mother on her deathbed that Mama Gray would always have her home. Mama Gray died this past winter, with Jeff, her kindly caretaker with whom she had bonded, by her side. My mother's house still sits unchanged (well almost unchanged) from the time she died.
Our house renovation plans were re-done, and the renovation was started the spring after my mother died, and completed that September. During that time I underwent my knee replacement surgery on my left knee. I've had two big trips with my students since then, one to Costa Rica, and one to Utah.
My personal legend? I'll have to get back to that, although I'm not sure it hasn't changed in the meantime.
Ann has recently gone through an extremely bumpy and scary manic phase, and seems to be restabilized. Ann has a dream of going to a workshop in Costa Rica next year, a workshop with Deva Premal on meditative chanting. I dearly hope this will come to fruition. She would like a whole group of us to go -me, Robert, Lisa, Susan.
Am I winding down my life? Sometimes I think, "Yes"; other times not. What about my dreams of sustainability? What is the next phase of my life? I often have an underlying sadness.
This August, it will be the third anniversary of my mother's death, a time that replays again and again in my mind, as I still try to sort out events, decisions, and feelings. Mama Gray, her beloved cat, is now gone as well, but we did fulfill my promise to my mother on her deathbed that Mama Gray would always have her home. Mama Gray died this past winter, with Jeff, her kindly caretaker with whom she had bonded, by her side. My mother's house still sits unchanged (well almost unchanged) from the time she died.
Our house renovation plans were re-done, and the renovation was started the spring after my mother died, and completed that September. During that time I underwent my knee replacement surgery on my left knee. I've had two big trips with my students since then, one to Costa Rica, and one to Utah.
My personal legend? I'll have to get back to that, although I'm not sure it hasn't changed in the meantime.
Ann has recently gone through an extremely bumpy and scary manic phase, and seems to be restabilized. Ann has a dream of going to a workshop in Costa Rica next year, a workshop with Deva Premal on meditative chanting. I dearly hope this will come to fruition. She would like a whole group of us to go -me, Robert, Lisa, Susan.
Am I winding down my life? Sometimes I think, "Yes"; other times not. What about my dreams of sustainability? What is the next phase of my life? I often have an underlying sadness.