Dear Life, The past few days I’ve felt like a ghost of myself. Low ebb of energy, little creativity and flatline emotions. Cancer can feel this way sometimes. Add to it the high winds, fire, smoke. Well, it’s a lot. Yesterday I heard this line in a movie: “Grief is a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust”. I am grieving my past life trusting a new one will rise from the ashes. This takes faith that isn’t always in me. Please lend me yours until me and my ghost can build a new life.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose