Hope, Advanced Cancer Style
I'm sitting in my study, alone (and awake) in the house for the first time since the end of May. The real "junebugs" are children, clamoring for crafts, experiments, trips to the pool, dessert. Don't get me wrong - I love the way their hair smells after a day spent in the sun, and I love riding bikes around our neighborhood and taking walks to the coffeeshop. I love hanging out watching "Friends" with my daughter, and reading books at night with my son. But it doesn't make for much alone time. And the solitude I have goes by so quickly that I haven't really gotten much done. After binging on apocalyptic sounding media reports for days and weeks on end, I finally convinced myself to set them aside for the weekend. To let my soul fill up with sun, and hope, and possibility. And it was a wonderful respite. I read a book about bees and another book about a hermit , and I watched the entire first season of A Handmaid's Tale! All restful things. A