We took the fall trip to the cemetery where my folks lie. We go in the Spring to put a pot of flowers out to decorate the grave site and in the Fall to pick it up again. Now, I always talk to them a bit while I am there but I talk to them pretty much daily anyway. They do not feel any closer with that stone in front of me than they do at my house. I still have a conversation with them when I see any digital clock say 7:11, or when I find a penny on the ground…but I think of them and their reaction to what is happening in my daily life every day. I love them and know they love me.
I worked a bit more on the orange exercise tonight and am calling it DONE. I am still learning a bit with each exercise.
Next comes red peppers.