I dropped my son off at the airport this morning. He’s on a 10-day adventure and I’m left with a funny feeling. It marks a change in my life. A shift. Some people call it the empty nest syndrome. Whatever…
I called my brother. He has three daughters, the last one just graduated from college and is currently backpacking in Ireland. He understands that funny feeling. You are so stoked –so proud of them– that they’re adventuring, expanding their knowledge of the world while having fun, going out on their own, proving to themselves they’re capable. But they’re not home where you’re available if you’re needed. Not that you’re seriously needed, really.
Just a funny feeling. Something all parents go thorough in the process of fledging their young.
A part of life.
So….since I’ve been home, aside from helping my son pack his stuff, I’ve been writing.
I’ve been writing a lot.
Right before I took off on my own adventuring, I sent my first draft of Sky Dancers to my editor. She read it. The internet was smoking between our back and forth brainstorming. Once home, I got back to it. I am a horse out of the starting gate, running around the track with wings on my heels. It’s been great.
A big rainbow is happening after all those brainstorms.
I leave you with some pics of Mr. Al and Moi doing a zip at Canyons Ski Area where we were staying. Close your eyes. We were high up. I’m posting a little movie our friend, Bob who zipped with us, took. Mr. Al and I were coming in hot.
Happy Sunday! Happy Solstice!
