Return to words
A few things came up. Today we talked a long time about family and love and having each other. I had no one for so long. She did not either. Now we do. It’s Khmer new year. Time to remember. Time to love. Even time to cry. We did all of that over coffee this morning.
So I returned to this and also returned to keeping a journal. Writing here is an expression. It will just go on.
More words on life going. Life being this rich tapestry. Look for more posts on all of it.