It’s been a few days since I’ve been here. Sometimes it is hard to show up. It’s much easier to just drift and let the day and things take care of themselves. Showing up can be the hardest thing for me to do. Have you ever felt like that?

I still show up because it is what I do and how I am made. Loving our mother is the easiest thing because of who she was, always loving and true. She wasn’t perfect but we thought she was. She was always there for us. Though she is no longer physically here, I still feel her presence. Not showing up would be the hardest thing to do.

So here I am again, tapping the keys, looking for magic. But the magic is already here in the day. It’s another beautiful sunny Sunday morning for my sister and me to walk along the river. I am sure our mother made it possible. Can we make it to December? It’s something to look forward to.