To take another breath

The in-the-moment realities of a family on a road-trip vacation helped to push away thoughts of the changes coming upon us--even when a chunk of that vacation was put to use in finding my husband a place to live and sorting out his courses for the up-coming year.

I haven't wanted to see anyone. I haven't wanted to talk to anyone. I haven't been able to sing.

Yesterday, my daughters insisted that we have a family movie night. Lord of the Rings...with a break for popcorn once Frodo was safely at Rivendell. While one popped three bags, the other set out four bowls, a seasoning station, and prepared butter for the butter lovers and margerine for those who prefer it. They worked well as a team. We talked about this becoming a weekly event, even when it will just be 'we three'.

I found myself able to pick up my guitar again, but my throat is still closed to the music. I need to take another breath.