I am all jumbled. Feel everything from grief to gratitude to avoidance to amazement to sad to contemplative to worry for others, exhaustion though and indigestion. Kind of scattered all over, and can't quite grasp stuff, or 'time' business. PTSD interferes with time- or at least memories and reliving time(s). I can't quite tease apart healing from grief or memory or thoughts atm. Can't really write today. Oddly saw lots of (written) signs on buildings last couple of days but have to come back to write them down.
Woke up at 4 a.m. and read, "Listen with the ear of a child-... 'To love is to be vulnerable; and it is only in vulnerability and risk—not safety and security—that we overcome darkness.' (writer Madeleine L’Engle, born this day in 1918, from A Wrinkle in Time which won the 1963 Newberry Medal.)" '. So I started to read the 1st 2 chapters free online. Weird but character had my name in it.
Woke up at 4 a.m. and read, "Listen with the ear of a child-... 'To love is to be vulnerable; and it is only in vulnerability and risk—not safety and security—that we overcome darkness.' (writer Madeleine L’Engle, born this day in 1918, from A Wrinkle in Time which won the 1963 Newberry Medal.)" '. So I started to read the 1st 2 chapters free online. Weird but character had my name in it.