Day 23


i promised i would proceed in life with good spirit like we did most everything; I practice by mostly staying home, and with quiet, unless I am practicing cello.  I am not sure i would call it a rhythm yet, but the day certainly passes faster than I would prefer.  Last night's entry was not exactly uplifting to write, live, read, but the truth is, putting it in public helps to let it go.  you said that, I knew it  would be true.  thank you for your gentle presence.


and delight - as i pick up books in "his" library and other of "his" nooks and crannies, I am finding all these notes, me to him, him to me, on postcards, as bookmarks, and on a leaf.  he wrote more than one of these.  so so dear. 


we are so close to Christmas, oh my.  a very different day for me this year.  I will be ok.