|A splash of Puerto Rican color|
When I finally took a few minutes to write in my journal I was dismayed to realize that even more of it had faded. Now I'm left with only a sense of it all, and I struggle to keep the panic from swallowing me. It feels like I held a long sought after treasure in my hand only to watch it melt and drip through my fingers. Then I remind myself not to be so dramatic, the clarity will return, and when it is time the next puzzle piece will be there.
The alchemist to the boy--"When a person really desires something all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream." - The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Next stop: a visit to see four of my grandchildren. That should definitely get me firing on all cylinders or total fry me. We'll see...