In the beginning, I felt so tight and confined. “It’s not yet time,” the icy winds roared in response to my impatience. “You must wait until the conditions are right, or you will perish before you’ve begun.
Despite my well-worn, grey, pleats near the shoulders, hooded sweatshirt, I was cold in the hospital waiting room. I could see blue sky and sunlight through the windows that looked out into the parking lot.
Wanderer, wife, mother, animal aficionado…Gail devotes her life to presence, curiosity, learning, and connection. Like a river, she flows and adapts to conditions.