Journal entry by Eve Ilsen — 1 hour ago
-->adventures are in store for Netanel, who packed his car full (including food from the resident Jewish Mother) and hit the road at 6a.m. His presence here these months has been a blessing, and I send blessing with him on his journey.
Today gave me adventures as well: I visited a college friend, now living near Toronto, who is here visiting her brother's family in Evergreen.
In all the years we've lived in Colorado, I had never gone to Evergreen. It is beautiful---and
Susan's brother and sister-in-law have made a stunning home of wood and unique pottery and flowers, stream and pool for pet trout and hummingbird feeders, all abuzz. It really was like visiting the setting of a fairy tale, in the best sense. My friend has been a meditator for years, and brings that wisdom into her psychotherapy practice and into her life. Walking in that magical place with her was a real gift, and timely. The beauties of this world are so nourishing to the spirit and the body at once.
Back home, I put the chicken soup on a low flame to heat, and went to the nearby park with the small lake to walk. Parked next to me was a car I had seen often before at dusk, a woman in the driver's seat reading a book, cigarette in the door-side hand. I noted what a lovely evening practice this was, and we began to talk. She also is a widow, having lost her husband much earlier. She had been a science teacher. She said, "I notice that you often sing when you walk." (So she had noticed me, as I had noticed her.) But I hadrealized that I was often singing.
The house feels strange...the space which Netanel had occupied, as private and considerate as he was, now feels like a vacuum. The guest newly in the front room is a fine and interesting person, and still feels, understandably, like a stranger. The cats are staying a little closer to me. The refrigerator suddenly feels too full of food. (That's odd. There are still just two people and two cats.) I am thankful that I cooked up chicken soup, a reliable source of comfort.
I will actually get to bed at a decent hour and await what surprises the new day will bring.
"Todo, todo cambia..."