Marken, the Netherlands.
Today I took David's winter coats to a charity. This time last year, it wasn't so cold. And while swimming against the tide, we still had hope.
Everything is different now. But I know how to swim. And I still have hope...
C'est moi.
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You're getting there. Backstrokes are good. So is floating along.
Posted by: Limner | 06 November 2015 at 04:21
Blessings. xx
Posted by: Kay | 02 November 2015 at 01:03
Hope is the only thing that has kept me warm in those cold, lonely nights. I envy your courage, I do. And I wish all the hope for you that your heart can hold.
Posted by: Allegra | 28 October 2015 at 17:31
Hope and resiliency ... may they both bring you strength.
Posted by: Deborah Smith | 23 October 2015 at 19:47
I am so happy you still have hope. I can imagine some days it still feels like walking through mud though. Sending hugs!
Posted by: Marilyn | 22 October 2015 at 23:14
Blessings and much love
You are always in my heart and my thoughts and my prayers.
Love Jeanne
Posted by: Jeanne | 20 October 2015 at 12:32
Swimming. I am so grateful your head is above water, that you are paddling on, despite changeable current, cold waters, and periodic storms. Hold tight to hope, however and whenever you may find it. Sending all good thoughts and more love to help lift you above the waves.
Posted by: jeanie | 19 October 2015 at 04:58
I think of you often and say a short prayer that your journey to re-building your world becomes easier with each step. xo
Mary H.
Posted by: Mary H. | 18 October 2015 at 23:21
That's the choice we are faced with: To sink or swim. I'm happy to hear that you're swimming. I chose to swim, too. It was very difficult, but in time and with hope, you find peace. xoxo
Posted by: Colette | 18 October 2015 at 00:23