Ah, what a start to a morning. I just did the most wonderful meditation and my guides of the highest truth & compassion reached out to let me know that everything is going to be ok. I’m going to be fine. Cancer is not going to kill me. It’s not going to take me too soon. I have books to write, my place in the world to reclaim. I am going to be fine. All is well x
(Ramblings in the early hours when sleep escapes me & thoughts run wild…)
I love him beyond measure, with no limits & it’s boundless. I look at him and sometimes it physically hurts.
When all this started I said I couldn’t leave him on his own as he’s a liability. He can cook up a storm, and I swear he invented the internet but ask him to knock a nail in the wall and you’ll be left minus the wall.
If he’s my inhale, I’m his exhale and one without the other doesn’t work.
We saved each other once, and I swore in front of an anvil to love him for the rest of our lives and we have so much more loving to do.
He didn’t raise a quitter. He raised a stubborn, fiercely independent woman who doesn’t quit just because it gets tough sometimes.
I have stories to tell
So many stories. Not just crime but life stories, children’s books, poems, lessons to pass on. Writing is who I am, not what I do.