Whooshing, Gurgling, Sighing and Mush

Thursday, May 30, 2013
It’s late for me, 7:06
Migraines are a killer.

It is absolutely gorgeous out this morning.  Makes me want to take my mug, of tea that is, to the beach. Maybe I can talk Ross into doing that.

It’s supposed to be 90 degrees today.  Something we have been waiting a long winter/no-spring for.

My Morning After Migraine Mug

I have much on my mind today.  My instincts are confused.  The scenarios I play out in my head lead me in two different directions.  Are trust, faith, and hope really all I can do?
It’s an important day, one of a first of many steps.  

Ross and Rico just left for their first walk of the day. By the time they get back, I am going to be dressed and ready go for tea on a bench somewhere by the water.  I have no doubt that is the right instinct.

Later.

An uncontrollable sigh of ahhhh gurgled up from way down in my belly and escaped out of my mouth the moment I sat down on that bench in the warm sun.  With the accompaniment of lapping water sounds and the loud noise of chirping bird chatter surrounding us,  I could feel all of the muscles in my body beginning to turn to mush.

 

 It's so cool that we can still discover new places on this island that we have lived near for over ten years.

 As it turned out the first step wasn't exactly the one that was expected but it was one, nonetheless.
An uncontrollable whew whooshed out of my lungs and  rushed out in a sigh of relief.