JUNE? What happened to May?

I have a suspicion what happened to May. The same thing that happens in June. These months are weighed down with a regular smorgasbord of sadness for me…My mom’s birthday is in May and she died just a week later. And Mother’s Day. And I try to stay busy, busy, busy. But then June comes along with reminders of Father’s Day and my dad’s birthday and Mister Man’s entirely inconvenient demise…

I came across this Isak Dinesen quote recently and it stopped me in my tracks:

“The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea.”

And so I finished up my deadlines, including this for the Muffin: Making Time for Time Off.

I’m where I need to be right now; I can smell the salt water from my porch. And there will probably be a few tears on Father’s Day, and I’ll sweat while taking care of hurricane damage. I may even sweat a bit over a manuscript revision.

Salt water will do its work while I work on the cure for what ails me. (Okay, I probably won’t sweat much, fixing stuff from the hurricane. But I’ll think about painting the flood damaged walls and whatnot and I think that counts.)