by Kate Muris
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Kate Muris Stuck |
On flypaper – can’t move – one foot in one foot out
Ok to be home, cooking again and loving it, walking about 4-5 miles a day, not feeling alone or lonely, loving the silence and the garden growing it’s beautiful array of colors, a respite time, missing hugs and holding his hand, your hand…
Hear a knocking at the door … opportunity, a new, changed, more loving people on the planet, learning new technologies to stay connected virtually, words have more meaning, foods more comforting, time for touching base with more than close friends, words written on my heart from childhood at the forefront of my thoughts, therapeutic
World seems crumbling under my feet … and then, the foundation, strong, sure, eternal settles inside me and I am unstuck.
