I wrote this on September 9, 2024, and published it on another blog.  I am including it here as a way to bridge what was and what is.  I had an epiphany yesterday.  That may seem an overstatement, but I think it fits.  I woke up Saturday morning and felt completely changed.  Let me explain.  I have been in a funk for a few months.  Not morose or even unhappy just not excited about any of the things that normally get my motor humming.  Workshops, retreats, quilt or fiber festivals or new projects.  I wondered if this lack of enthusiasm was a side effect of medications taken for tremors or maybe the antidepressant, I have taken for thirty years no longer is sufficient.  It is neither of these things.  It is grief. Saturday morning's aha moment was realizing I had never really acknowledged, accepted and grieved the losses related to the things I could not do easily and without thought.  Eating, drinking, getting dressed, cooking (...