i am starting to see the light again. i know the pain of my mother's passing will be there for a long long time, but i feel she is allowing me to stop grieving and having all these flashbacks of that eventful night. i have begun to sew and knit again and although with scarce materials since most of my art supplies remain in the states, i inject life into the sparse surroundings with that little i have. there are possibilities here, and i wonder if it not might be the right time to move back to my native grounds. above all, it's the friends and the smells of trees and breezes, certain tastes of typical dishes, a whif of my essential being.