And the only time I've touched you is in my sleep'
(Lyrics by Missy Higgins)
Ten Days - since my darling husband passed away, and still it all seems so surreal.
There is so much I want to write about. My daily habit of enjoying my big cup of tea first thing in the morning and writing a page or two (sometimes a lot more) in my journal has stopped. That creative side of me seems to have dried up (for the moment) and my pen just wont flow. It hurts too much.
I know that I just need to give it time, that little habit will return. For the moment I am allowing myself to just bob along like a cork on water . To go with the flow, cry whenever I feel like it (and laugh too, because there's so many things that bring a smile or a laugh to me).
Thank you Ken for that!
So funnily this morning (4am because I cant sleep) I felt like 'typing' and hence this short little post.
I just love this picture of Ken! I can't stop looking at it.