Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm back home after a month of visiting our younger son, his wife and son for two weeks then staying a week with our son-in-law and granddaughter. We had great visits, and I saw two women friends as well, plus friends of my daughter who died. It was bittersweet, because each place we stayed brought up memories of other trips, and our last trips were to be with our daughter and then to support her when she died. Yesterday I brought back her ashes, which we will later scatter in the mountains as per her request. Some of her ashes are under a dogwood tree and Tara statue in her back yard, where her exhusband and daughter live. It was good to get away from our own house and life here for a while. While I was away an aunt died, my mother's younger sister, and my dear cousin was in a nursing home recovering from covid. So, as is the case at my age, every day is complex and both sad and happy. We had terrifically good weather, and up north, everything is green and lush and blooming in a way it never can here. Dogwood trees, liliacs, tulips, daffodils, rhododendrons, azaleas, fruit trees. One day went went to a tulip farm and just bathed ourselves in the beauty of the flowers. So there was much comfort and healing to be had. Now I'm glad to see my friends here again, and my daughter and son who live here. I'm preparing for a baby shower for my friend's daughter in June, and looking forward to time at our cabin. The world goes on, as it should and must. I ride along on my life kite, taking it all in.