April was the cruelest month and I faced mind, body, spirit challenges. My brain fog led me to question my sanity for a few days and it was a relief to learn it was part in parcel with my diet changes and resetting my gut rather than Covid long. I battled family demons via gentle tapping on my shoulders with my watchful and compassionate therapist continuing my EMDR journey. My spirit was weakened with self doubt as far as writing, professional life, and my future haunted me to the point of sleeplessness, paralysis, and despair. I was not alone in this, the rancher I shack up with was even deeper in the muck with ranch and serious health challenges. I’m still 1000% unsure of myself but my body is healing and my brain no longer feels like goo. The spirit will follow. May will be the season I bloom again. Like my lilacs that are posed to be the best showing in almost a decade. Perhaps these mutterings in the void will be seen.