08/29/2026
After an emotional week, I’m finding my way gently back to the ordinary rituals that hold me.
Coffee in my new favourite mug. A chance to read a book, The Land of Painted Caves by Jean M. Auel, in peace. A little pause before life asks me to move forward again.
We said goodbye to our sweet sugar glider, Bindy, and then, suddenly, my grandmother. Grief has a way of changing things, making even the simplest morning feel both heavier and more precious.
So today, I’m not rushing the return to “normal.” I’m letting it be soft. I’m letting coffee be warm medicine, stories be shelter, and memory be a kind of love that still has somewhere to go.
Perhaps healing is not a clean return to who we were. Perhaps it is spring arriving quietly beneath the soil…unseen at first, but still reaching for the light.
For Bindy. For Grandma. For the tender hearts we carry with us. 🖤☕️
Cheers to a new day! 💗🙏