Nature, therapy and Me - 3, and wtf has been going on

 uuugggghhhh.

Can we just ignore the fact it's been helllla difficult to write.

That I've cringed at opening my laptop.

I went to therapy two weeks ago, and that triggers fear to open up, again. 

I cry every time I speak to my therapist. Big tears roll, memories pop up, and for that moment and weeks after, I loose the joy in the things that make me feel vulnerable. 

But, I always return. 

I hope it rains today. That the grey skies produce soft droplets to coat the leaves and dampen the earth of its plants. That the sun take a break, and rejoice in the love of nature. 

I pray my heart continues to mend, and my tears roll less and less. 

I always think of you. Of what I would write, or what I would share. I take the pictures, and then I fold like a flower when the sun sets. But as the sun gets stronger and clouds become sparse, I too take comfort in the suns rays, and the lack of rain. It is nature, after all.                                                  

Good Morning World!

After waking up, using the restroom and telling my kids to behave or no technology, I open my front door, and say, "Good Morning World!" 

Sometimes I whisper it, sometimes I say it louder, but I always try to make it a part of my day. 

If it is cold, I'll go to my kitchen window and say it. 

My three year old says it too, sometimes.

My six year old looks at me, smiles and goes about his day. He has asked me once or twice why I do it. I tell him it's because it's another beautiful day on Earth. 

Good morning ya'll :)

Love always, 

Kathy