The good news is I have many ideas! Many plans and projects that are again percolating, moving to the front of my brain, not the back. Puppets to make, grief workshops maybe with painting here at the farm in the future. I will take her sweaters and felt them into blankets. Her close friends that have shared tears with me in the past week will get mail surprises of warm wool scarves from her closet. She was in my dream last night, I was driving, and she was in the back seat, silent, looking content. I was content too.

I am in the driver seat as I always have been in my own life. All is well.