It has not been an easy time for me as of late, since the loss of my Father. All the stories shared of my Dad do help to provide comfort. One thing my Father loved was a good nap. He would rise early in the morning for work and never seemed to have a problem catching a few minutes to rest. A nap can be so rejuvenating. I prefer to think of his passing as a long nap of eternal rest.
Pardon me if I am slow to post. A dear friend told me that things like this require us to take it slow, and that often our bodies, our hearts and our minds need extra rest. Thank-you to each of you for the cards, the notes, the flowers and kind thoughts. This painting by Solora says it all, a summer time siesta in the grass can inspire each of us.