I can feel a surge developing. A wave is sure to hit - especially since I've moved so many things. Your computer is now upstairs - being used on a regular basis. Makiah visits me in the spare bedroom to check out what the heck I've been up to. It feels good to have it here - in this space. Your pictures will surely grace the walls in the days to come. Your books brought upstairs and will sit on a shelf as a silent friend ... oh god, here it comes. The first wave.

But things have to change. I'm willing them to. And with it will come peace. I'm not doing it as a way to forget - but more of a way to move on. To accept the finality of how different my life is now and that it's time to make the most of it.

In a way I don't care what's next. I'm living in this very moment, feeling it for what it is and appreciating every single second of it.

This room has healing powers. I've always thought so. It has a nice big window that faces south and gets lots of wonderful light. It's painted a dark mauve color - and in my mind serves as the heart and soul of this house. Funny, there were so many colors we wanted for the interior of the house and you let me pick without flinching. And this one, this one is my favorite. Why did I let it sit dormant for so long?