You fell.

You have an illness.

Or both.

Last fall, I managed to fall off a wall and break my femur head (= total hip replacement). At the time I had relatively recently been diagnosed with Lyme disease, which took years to identify.

So when my sister and her almost 23 year old daughter offer to swing by and visit en route to their summer destination, I’m touched. They drive 6 hours one day, 8 the next (can you imagine?) to arrive here late in the day. To the lake.

It’s calm here. A boathouse on the quiet lake, looking out across water at the foothills of the White Mountains. They rested. I rested; time off from my busy mind. We allowed the days to be open, unscheduled. Long.

Time together.

Nourishment for the soul.