The day had a few "adventures" that make it clear that I am about tribute making as well as enjoying the great hospitality of the Sisters. I spent a couple of hours this morning searching for my car keys. I looked off and on in a peaceful way - eating breakfast, checking in my suitcase and other bags, writing in my journal, looking in the trunk of the car. No panic - Denise was helping and we had another set - no problem. I was very aware that I was grieving. Losing important belongings mirrors the loss I am feeling deep inside. So I continued to breathe, asked John for help, and found them where I had put them the night before.
|John's photos, drying out after my mishap|