I haven't seen my son very much lately, as I've been ill quite a bit. Finally starting to feel a little better, so I am having him stay with me until Friday afternoon. We took the dog and went out to the garden today. He helped me plant strawberry plants that my neighbor gave me, and then we picked just enough asparagus for me to make asparagus omelets with extra sharp cheddar for brunch tomorrow. Both he and the dog have drifted off to la-la land, probably having peaceful dreams. They each have their own way of making life simple.

It's supposed to be gray and rainy tomorrow, but a friend is supposed to come in the afternoon so that she can visit with my son while he's here. We are probably going to watch family videos. Sounds like another simple day of simple pleasures. Good for my soul.

I've been going through more intense grief regarding my former T. It's been almost a year since he had to quit his practice. My own work in therapy has mainly been dealing with the grief and loss. My T found out a month or so ago that the T who originally said she could start doing co-therapy and do trauma work with me, couldn't make the commitment after all. So it's been a bit rough, feeling like things have been put on hold for too long. I've had to work hard at calming down my "wonderful internal young'uns", as my T referred to them. (I have DID.) But, there is another therapist who is starting soon, who my T thinks will be a good fit. I'm hopeful.

It helps so much that spring is here, even though it's been a bit chilly and slow in coming. But the days I am able to get outside with my dog are incredibly rejuvenating to my body, soul, and spirit. I noticed that my lilac bush has tiny blossoms starting, and am hoping that we don't get frost tomorrow, or at least that it won't kill the buds. The blueberry bushes I planted less than a week ago are doing well, and are getting more and more blossoms. I love to see things grow, and find comfort and solace in the rhythm of the seasons.