The Humming Bird

"The first holiday is the toughest." "The holidays are hard." I didn't believe them but it is true. I feel Noel, I think I see him, I talk to him. Sorrow is present but the hummingbird tells me that joy is the reflection of sorrow. The deeper the sorrow the greater the joy.

Six months since Noel Died

How am I doing? My friends say they are amazed at how well I am doing. This is the way it is: I feel that everything in life has had the volume turned up. When I see a flower in bloom I am overwhelmed with that beauty, when someone is sad I am right there with them. When I am thankful I feel it to the core of my being. Life doesn't last forever. No time to waste. I have paintings to do, stories to tell and people to love. I still love Noel so much. I carry that love in my heart and have a good memory when I need to. I remember last Spring when Noel called me from a hundred feet up in a tree. He said, Karen, we have water view property!