Day 147/365

It was a stumble through, sort of day. Being tongue tied and twisted.... Feeling unbalanced and questioning the intent of the universe. Searching high and low for center... My grandson called me Mema today. It both touched  and amused me. You see, I have been conditioning him to call me grammy, and my son and daughter in law have been working on him saying grandma. All on his own he decided what works best for him. Funny how things work out.

As exhaustion settled in I realized I failed to pick up my camera today. I had many ideas as to what I wanted to shoot, with emotions high and energy levels dry capturing the sun with my feet resting at the head of my bed seemed appropriate. I'm grateful for my grandson leading me closer to zen...