Published by Tournesol
A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
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I am sorry for your sense of loss. I will ask how you are enjoying your new surroundings?
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Slowly adapting…I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder where I am! I keep trying to ‘fit in’. It is the oddest thing! I’ve never experienced these feelings in my passed moves. I have added all MY furniture in living room and it does not seem to fit. My bedroom is perfect with my mom’s bedroom set. It feels surreal. I wrote a bit about this more on my other blog, Dear Emma at Traces of the Soul
Work Monday so tomorrow I will force Myself to rest and NOT unpack my books.
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