My chicks have departed once again – although I suspect they will not find favor with my calling them chicks, since they have both been out of the nest for several years and have built lives of their own, living them in their way, as they should. Their presence during the holidays brought joy to a difficult time, gave reason to my days. We celebrated alone and with friends, quietly and with laughter. But now they have headed back to their far-away lands and I have spent this quiet day adjusting to the sound of silence.
The Artistic One joined us for Christmas dinner, but sadly the photo I took with her in it was a failure – the flash did not flash and I did not realize it. New Year’s Eve we had a neighborhood gathering, with a masseuse in house, so we enjoyed massages, wine, food and – best of all – good company.
Now it is my four furry girls and me – together. We will learn to live with one another, to deal with whatever emotions rear up, to spend some time in the sunshine and to create new memories. I have my real kids, my furry girls and my friends. I will know that if ugly times appear, they will also disappear.
It will all be right – in the fleeting way of right, changing with the shifting light and the phases of the moon.