Am I blue?

Oh, yes, I'm blue.  Or was blue. Yesterday.  I suppose it's one of the many withdrawl symptoms from the Fentanyl patch.  

I was introduced to a singer (thank you, Dwain), who somehow, someway I had overlooked through the years.  Eva Cassidy. Eva's voice sparked intense emotions within me that only escalated upon reading her bio.  She and I share the same birth year.  And she died in 1996. Of recurring cancer.

So, yes ~ as I listened to her stunning renditions of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," "Ain't No Sunshine When He's Gone," and "Songbird" among others, I allowed my body to be enveloped in a shroud of gray and my mind travel to places it shouldn't. I cried for her. I cried for me. I cried for my children. I cried for my husband. I cried for my friends. And I even cried for my fat cat Frio.  I had me dead and buried at least three times. 

All before noon. :)

My Zach came galloping to the rescue for a while and we went antiquing in dark, musty, wonderfully cobweby antique malls for a few hours.Then, I dropped him off at his dad's house and I went home.  And cried some more. And by three this morning, I was pooped.

Waking up in a chilly cold sweat (yet another withdrawal symptom,) I realized it was Sunday morning.  I love Sunday mornings . . .time for renewal.

So first thing I said a prayer, reflected on the following lines (thank you Martha Jo) . . .

"Each day is a day of steady progress. You may not see it but I do. Persevere. Love and laugh." --Two Listeners

"Wait in Love with Me. As you wait, courage and hope will flow into your being."  --Two Listeners

"Your need is My chance to help. Faith is all I need to manifest My Power."
--Two Listeners 

and took a steaming hot bath. Washing yesterday's junk away.