Stitching and watching TV. Perfect after a poor night’s sleep. Manuscript sent back to editor, making for a pause. No calls. No deadlines. My kind of day.
Here’s a funny fact: during first hospital visit, my brother’s partner revealed that he watches Hallmark movies. How strange! Billy? Really? (Did I already share this?) My husband now smugly proclaims that the Mallons have a Hallmark Schmaltz gene. I can’t explain it any other way.
Here’s something else: the gofundme fundraiser put up by a friend of my brother’s (to pay for medical transport, an in-home elevator, specialized equipment, etc.) topped $150,000 in three short days — almost all donations in the $100 range. Just amazing love and support. It’s been so touching to read people’s comments about “Dr. Billy” — his memorable witticisms, his teaching and generosity, his larger than life character.
I almost went to freakout-mode this morning when I pulled two of the darkest cards in my SoulCollage deck out about the election. The one on the left was made in response to the 2016 election. The one on the right was meant to express something about toxic masculinity.
Then I listened to Pam Gregory talk about the Full Moon on Halloween, as well as some heavy aspects with both Uranus and Pluto. Think: upheaval, social unrest, chaos, the tearing down of structures. Continuing through the 14th. Ugh.
But Gregory emphasized the importance of choosing to watch the play about light while rejecting its violent, dark cousin. She said we can become addicted either to fear and tumult or to joy and compassion.
I choose joy.