What does one do when the full moon and menopause low collide? One hies her to a secluded cottage for four days with the only suitable company she has… herself.
And the swift tides of Fundy bay and the woods and fossil rocks keep one company: no judgement, only a steady reminder to Be. Kind God knows my needs.
So I “was”. Slept well, ate well, read, wrote, hooked, climbed boulders, hiked, gazed at unique cemetery stones. My sister asked if I was afraid alone. With those hormones flaring, I was afraid for anyone who would want to bother me.
I’m calm for now.