Tuesday, 31 March 2009


{Image by Kari Herer via The City Sage}*

There was so much she wanted to say, to write, to share. But every time she tried to write her words came out muddled, disordered and her brain just wouldn't work fast enough.

She started post after post. And then deleted them. She was bored and her computer slow. She was frustrated at not being able to do any of the things which she usually took for granted.

She implored herself to be patient. That time would heal and the words would come.


*She was also obsessed with peonies now that she had finally chosen them for her wedding bouquet and was seeing them everywhere she turned.


Marie said...

I bet there's so much to tell. Has your tag puncher come yet? Are you able to do anything at all? That sounds a bit drastic. I mean have you been able to do any of the wedding bits and bobs which you wanted to do? Get well soon, sending my bestest wishes, xx

Marie said...

Oh and I love the word befuddled and confuddled, which isn't quite so much of a real word but oh so descriptive.

Marie-Ève said...

Get well, and I do love the peonies...