Earlier this week was the anniversary of my Nana's passing. I took the day off to spend in no particular way. Just so I didn't have to be busy. I hit the gym for a good long workout, then lifted some weights. I do believe I overdid it a bit with the upper arms. Woke up later that night with lactic acid burning my chest and triceps!
I loved my Nana tremendously, and miss her something awful. Still, she herself was a merry, witty soul, and enjoyed life to the fullest whenever possible -- and she'd want me to do the same. She viewed death as (as she would say in her quaint British accent) naught but the next adventure.
After my workout, I biked to St. John the Divine Cathedral in Upper Manhattan. That's where this picture above was taken.
Within the Cathedral, I like to hang out here. I don't know if you can see it, but it's the Poets' Corner.
I drew solace in particular from Mr. Greenleaf Whittier. What a name! I bet he was a corker (another Nana word).
There are more, but it takes a long time to upload (Why blogger, why?) and I'm late already. I'll leave you with a note that I have had clean eating for two days and lots of workouts. There was a time when I would have eaten my way through my emotions about my Nana; I am pleased that this year I made room for them in my life instead of pushing them down with food.
Party tonight for London Review of Books in NYC (Nana would have liked that), and I can say I got up early and worked out at the gym, knowing I can't get in a walk or a bike ride today (would ruin my hair).
Before I left St. John the Divine I lighted a candle for Nana. Here 'tis.