an olive grove

My very favourite part of this time of year, which has thankfully turned into a beautiful and warm early fall, is watching the canada geese making their practice flights before they take off for the winter. Training the young geese before their long journey warms my heart.

I also love the colours and the smells. Warm days followed by breezy cool evenings.

I'm feeling better. My steps are a little lighter, my heart doesn't weigh me down as much. I can see in all the colours and sounds of happy children dancing in falling leaves that, although winter is just ahead, spring will come again after that. And that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay. I am going to be okay.

I will find my way through the long, wet winter and i will spend lazy afternoons at the lake again later.

My head still aches and throbs, my dreams are filled with tiny tremors in my brain that wake me up throughout the night. My hands shake with hunger, yet food repulses me. Everyone assures me this too shall pass. I can't do handstands or cartwheels anymore. Something that i used to do every afternoon with the other kids at school. I haven't done a flip or belly drop on the trampoline in months. Lots of the little things that brought me childlike glee have been stolen from me.

I can still run races and search for little tickly spots. I can hold hands with a frightened kindergartener and assure him that everything will be okay and tell him that yes, i would like to come to your house to play. I can cherish the small moments of childhood giggles. I can do that again.