Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

High temperatures and winds all day. Our power was out this morning. We visited our two grandsons social distancing in their back yard. I've been really depressed, perhaps as a lead up to our daughter's birthday Sunday. Too many losses and too much bravery for too long. I've been crying and this afternoon I lay on my bed and just dozed. I'm exhausted mentally. Everything seems scattered and chaotic. If I glancee at the news on my phone there are so many crises and contractions and predictions that my head hurts. I hope to have a quiet weekend and then do the zoom with family on the birthday. I can think of a million stories to tell about her, but have settled on one where my husband and I met her in Madrid and traveled to Toledo. Her idea, a great idea, and it was a magical weekend. It completely changed my assessment of El Greco and marzipan. When we strolled the streets it was as if it was the fourteenth century. A parador luncheon on the adjacent hillside the last morning was maybe the best meal ever. She had that fearlessness and passion that made you trust her. You knew you were in for an adventure. She made me braver and stronger. I had so many adventures with her that I would not have planned on my own. And some of it rubbed off on me. Now she's resting, and the world feels bereft of it's beating heart.