Scenting Memories

not-quite Journaling, 71

I will find me again & again & again & again & again & again & again & again & again & again & again & again & again...

6/11/2024: My seemingly interminable pain flare-up is finally waning. I’ve never had one last this long… Things aren’t great yet, but I’m able to walk 1.5 miles without feeling like my back, hip, and shoulder will explode. I’m grateful to be getting better, but the setback is always frustrating. I must spend the next few weeks helping my body recover. My flesh and bones feel tender and weak, but I’ll reclaim my strength. I always do. I always will.

 

When
every city
wails and wails,
my urban garden chants
calm.

6/14/2024: The first gloriosa daisy of the season came out to play, adding pre-summery brightness to the (HUGE) bit of green lush that is my balcony garden. The passionflowers, tomatoes, sunflowers, and dandelions are budding. The bees and butterflies and I are terribly pleased. 🪴🏵️🐝🦋🥰

 

summer is passion
flowers blooming purple curls,
scenting memories

6/21/2024: My Passiflora celebrated the arrival of Summer with a (blooming) BANG.

 

On dark days,
summer rains caress
bloom and thorn,
loving softly...
adoring sharply...
as you do me
and I you

on bright days too.

My Piano Man and I celebrated another anniversary (6/28/2024). We ate the same meal we ate on our handfasting day (minus champagne); we watched movies; we held each other extra-long; we did other things *cough*. It was perfect. Life hasn’t been easy for us, on the medical front these last few years, but we couldn’t ask for better on the loving front. The universe isn’t fair when it comes to balance, but it has been great to us (and our love). 

 – for Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #133: Summer Words)