Grieving

It's been a week of grieving the loss of our beloved nephew, Jonathan. For days I have I felt like I was walking through an ocean of molasses. This morning I got up and started cooking a pot of basmati brown rice and pressure cooked a batch of soaked chick peas and then I prepared a bucket of sourdough oatmeal bread to rise. After my shower I walked Romeo downtown, wrote in my notebook and then I went swimming. It felt good. Every element of the day felt necessary and important to healing.