Grief and Gratitude

Grief and gratitude. These words get so overused. They've become commercial greeting card terms, the kinds you use when you just don't know what to say. They sound patronizing and trite. But sometimes, they are the only words that fit.

This week was a blend of grief and frustration with waves of gratefulness: for the wonderful people in my life, for the help I've been getting and even for myself. It's sad and wonderful and exhausting all at once.

Thanks for watching seedlings grow from seeds and for replanting. Thanks to Heather Woodbury and Anthony Tusler for believing that Opulent Mobility is an idea worth growing and sharing. Thanks to Rachel Stander for keeping me on track with e-book editing and to the Los Angeles Visionaries Association for a self-publication checklist I got at one of their lovely Sunday Salons. It's good to get an idea of what steps to take next. Thanks to the TV gig for superhero silliness this week. Those masks I made for the old Etsy store are coming in handy now. Who knew?

Thanks to me for building Kali in stages and writing about it. It started out as a way to keep writing regularly, and it's grown to be something much more. It's hard to explain. It keeps me accountable, forces me to see the progress in stages, and gives me perspective on both setbacks and successes. It even seems like other folks are enjoying the process too. Again, who knew?

And finally, thanks to the Robkin family for some perspective on the process of dying.

Harlequin mask on Blue Girl