Last January one of my closest friends died horribly and unexpectedly. It was a terrible time for our family as my husband was having serious health problems and both he and my son had gotten laid off at Christmas.
So, now it's September, the time when things start to die. After nine months I am finally starting to remember myself again. How I used to take a little pride in my home. How I used to laugh and be silly. How I used to care very much about what was going on in the lives of people around me. Even how I used to have a passion for making jewelry.
The leaves are falling all around me, the tomato plant my friend and I planted together has died. But there is a blossom coming from the seed of joy left dormant over these long months.