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Eternal Spring

“Spring drew on . . . and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”  ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Since my last post, I have been busy picking up pieces, tying up loose ends, and attempting to begin life as a very different person.At the end of last month, nearly six months to the day that my son died, my mother passed away. Loss and trauma have radically transformed me.In some ways, I find myself calmer and possessed of a deeper spirituality and a greater appreciation for natural beauty, but, sometimes, out of the blue, I am blindsided by grief and uneasiness about what catastrophe lurks around the corner, and it is at those moments that I realize that I am in some ways more fragile than in the past, although few people might recognize this fact as this trait is hidden under a veneer of busyness and business as usual.Thankfully, though, knitting, designi…

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