It’s been an emotionally raw week from a number of angles, leading to today. My mum would have been 85 today, had she not died almost 10 years ago. Some years it hits harder than others and this is one of those years. I am spent and tender. I was supposed to go to ritual tonight, but I opted out, knowing I wouldn’t be good for myself or others if I went. I’m grateful to have learned that sometimes self care is also care of community.