Snow Melt

Thirteen Months and Counting

It's sunset on December 29, 2013, I'm sitting at my computer listening to the washing machine and glancing out of the window. The sky is turning from blue to pale peach to royal blue and then to black. It's been 13 months since my mother passed away, since her soul ascended into paradise, since we buried her remains beneath a rose colored granite headstone. I've written several poems during the year, I completed NaNoWriMo, I procrastinated, I prayed, I ranted (usually to myself), I fantasized, and I called myself stupid a number of times.

I'm looking forward to 2014. I'm looking forward to Naw-Ruz (March 21). I'm looking forward to accomplishing something, I don't know what I'm going to accomplish, but I know it's going to be more then in the past 13 months. I've established my goals for the coming year "Finalized Goals and Backup list for 2014"  and I have a fairly good idea of how I can accomplish them. I'm eating better now then in the past 13 months; at least now I'm eating some raw vegetables.

Thirteen months
is a long time to float
in limbo.

I still feel as if I'm in limbo or floating between galaxies waiting for someone to find me. I'm still in Mom's house, but I'm not as worried as I was at the beginning of December. I feel something has changed, but I don't know what. I feel that something good is headed my way. I'm still not feeling good physically, but I don't think there is any thing wrong that medical science, meditation, and prayer can't handle.