I am interested to see what I will write today, as my feelings are all mixed up. I went to the grocery store and found a lot of my favorite things on sale, so that was nice. I took a walk after lunch and the sky is a fabulous blue. Yardmen were everywhere. I stopped to watch a hawk soar over the houses and to say hello to a neighbor out for his walk.

So why are my feelings mixed up? Last week was unusually busy for me. John Fox, of Poetic Medicine, was in town to give a seminar. Rob picked him up at the airport last Sunday night and took him to his host’s home for the week.

On Tuesday, Rob and I both had a session with Don Theo, the shaman from Peru. He and John were giving sessions at the same place. After we saw Theo, we ate at the pub across the street and enjoyed our meal there. Then we heard Theo give a talk.

On Thursday, we went back to Decatur Healing Arts. We picked up John Fox and had a quick bite with him before his talk there. Theo attended the talk, too.

On Sunday, my sister came over and we had a meal together. She had come to town on business and this morning she called to say goodbye. That is when the mixed feelings hit.

We only see my sister when she comes to town on business and sometimes quite a while goes by from visit to visit. We get excited to see her and blue when she leaves. That is just how it is. Our family is quite small and Rob and I exist here in Atlanta alone. Sometimes that weighs on me.

I could have used a good cry but I chose to grocery shop instead, but the tears were right behind my eyelids. I thought of my late husband, told him we missed him and just lay on the bed collecting myself. Once at the grocery, I regained my everyday footing and now here I am again, writing to you.

Do you ever have unmanageable feelings? And why is it that we feel we have to manage them, anyway? It is because we are human and far from home. At least that is one reason.

Love,
Vicki

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