Withering

Here is how this post came to be:  I got cleared by the doctor today!  My platelets are finally on the rise.  This means I am out of the danger zone, but I am still quite tired.  All of this time spent laying in bed has given me a lot of time to think, it has actually been kind of difficult.  When not working on my determined goal of learning Spanish fluently, I struggle with being here.  Reading all of my amazing adventure posts, that may be difficult to imagine, but its true.  I was laying on my bed looking at my guitar case.  Before I left I painted it a little (disfigured it as Dad said) and wrote the words "Whose leaves do not wither" from the Psalm about the tree planted by the River.  I wanted to be that tree.  I have felt withered lately, not thriving, but surviving.  I got up to take a picture of the case and to tell you all about this, and when I went to put the pictures on my computer I found the pictures from Tori and I's Nigella Lawson baking date.  My spirits were lifted a little.  I've not been abandoned here.  The refreshing respiration in my life may be whispers, but they are there, and I'll make it.  

So here she is:  my breathe of fresh air of late:  Tori, and the caramel croissant pudding that we made for supper.  For all of the beautiful places I have seen, all of the grand adventures I've been privileged to experience, none of it compares to a simple dinner with a new friend and deep connective conversation.  I am sure that people are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.