my fatigue can be more tied into what's going on emotionally for me than how much sleep i get - which is plenty. i come home some days, and i don't even take off my jacket or get anything to eat - i just crash on the couch until i get the urge to go to bed. and i haven't been going to friday-night yoga. takes too much energy just now.
i wish there were eight days in the week - i would devote one of them to nothing but sleeping.
love, christine
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Dearest Christine:
ReplyDeleteYou are unintentionally thought provoking and poetic in your grief. I need to tell you how I live with grief, from my folks to Bill, from Paul to the change in you, from Mary C. to... So I looked for someone to else to speak my words, for God knows, everyone who has lived fully has known grief. Here is what I found and it resonates to how I live my grief today:
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. Colette
You're always in my hart,
Kurt