her sails.

 "she stood in the storm
&
when the wind did not blow her way
-- and it surely has not -- 
she adjusted her sails."

source

thanks be to the wise elizabeth edwards for uttering those words.

pin and cap...

grief...

 comes in slow waves.
 occasionally causing a stir to remind you it's still there.
you're not over it yet.
in the midst of grieving an identify lost, i can still find peace and miraculously do.

i.have.peace.

but goodness it's still salt in the wound to see pictures of what would've been.
 a hat. 
that's all it took to remind me, i'm still human, and therefore grieving naturally.