Sorry to be late. This is Lorin.
She sleeps peacefully. The cardinals (bird type) are making their daily twilight run at the bird feeder, just feet from her head at the other side of the glass (window) and their insistent cheerful chirping fills the air.
Farther down the hill the trees are bursting out with leaves, ready to slurp up the sun. The circle of life.
Pain has been the issue of the week. Adjustments to the pain pump, three in all, have greatly increased comfort and left her more energy for visiting. Sarah Lin cuddled at her lap just now and left. Lin’s prediction to her namesake–“You will learn lots of words and drive your mother crazy”. Now slumber. Circle of life.
This week a drama at the window–a sharp-shinned hawk swooping at the birds on the feeder, missing, then tucked quietly into the tree a few yards west of the site, leaving in a surge of power when I stepped out onto the deck. I like hawks. And songbirds. Circle of life.
Now there are 8 people living in our little stone house, as my daughter and her girls have moved in with us. Not a square inch of floor space, top to bottom, left fallow. “Bodies strewn from Hell to Breakfast”, as my father would say. Circle of life.
She (Lin) is much, much more at peace the last few days. Courtesy, I think, of those who love her, seen and close, unseen and distant, and unseen and close. Thank you. Circle of Life.