A tiny Liberty of London patch on my grandmother’s dresser sleeve.
Hydrate.
Rest.
Repeat.
After giving Covid the slip for the last three and half years, it finally grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me in to bed. I’ve been in a fog here on the hill for two weeks. It seems like it’s been a good time to be away from much of the news and the outside world.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and I’ve been rethinking how to put my life back together once I’m up and about. Mending my immune system, mending my spirit, mending a tiny corner of the world…
How have you been, friends? I have missed you.
xo