Friday, 11 September 2009
I'll be Your Lullaby
Yesterday was a monumental day for me. I did something I haven't done for 8 months and 2 weeks. I went on my first solo street run since Cowgirl died. I have to say it was wonderful. I thought of her the entire time but I didn't cry at all. Of course, the stellar beauty of the day helped -- picture perfect sky, cool fall temp, lovely scenery. When I got to the lakeside beach where she normally would have gone in swimming, I just lay on the dock basking in the sun and feeling happy, truly happy that we had had our exceptional life together. When I think back, I am pleased to report that we did it with so much love and joy and we were so, so 'sympatico'. We had the luxury of lives joined at the hip and full to bursting. It was a good run, in more ways than one.