I miss reading blogs. Most of my favorites have packed up and moved on by now. Instagram is fun but just not the same. I enjoy reading quilting/sewing blogs and design blogs. But mostly I enjoy hearing bits and pieces about life. I've been inspired and challenged by the words that others put on the page. So maybe I'll return to blogging, maybe I won't. Today I feel like writing and this feels like the space to do so.
We're in the midst of discovering life in a new (well not so new to me) city. I'm loving the adventure. I am over the moon to be experiencing an autumn season that doesn't involve 80 degree temperatures and a distinct lack of changing leaves. The changing seasons with a toddler is exciting. He loves collecting leaves and talking about acorns and chestnuts. We take a walk nearly every day to collect treasures to take home.
In the midst of this I carry grief around with me. My body is still healing from the loss of the baby we were expecting in March. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this terrible news I've only had two weeks to digest. I'm trying so hard to be easy on myself, to rest when I need to. I miss being pregnant. I miss routine. I miss very much my sewing space and a chance to create. I know that I'll get back to it in time. My heart aches for things to feel normal again, whatever normal is when a member of your family is now missing. And so I take it slowly, each day as it comes. Just keep swimming. Find beauty in each day. Give thanks for what I have been blessed with.