So, what happened waz...after talking with the intake coordinator, and waiting to see what would happen w/Noah...

We were suddenly suprised to find out that he was being discharged from the hosp. within less than 5 days of being admitted...Everything that I'd gone thru was completely thrown out the window, and then he was back in the house, and nothing has changed..

What Tom & I then decided to do, was something the intake coordinator had told me to do from the very beginning - take some time away, get a breath of fresh air, and just try and do some relaxing - where there had been very little to none what so ever.

The picture is from the New River, where once again, we went to camp for, longer this year, 6 days all together...with a lot of other Bus enthusiasts, and did what was much needed...

Nothing.

Well, there were some moments of playing around in the water..laughing with new friends, visiting with other friends we hadn't seen in some time (always a treat), and doing as little as possible ~ It was heavenly ~ And lifted quite a deal of heavy weight from me and the stress level that had felt overwhelming for some time. I was thrilled to discover that we could camp directly above the water (tho this picture is taken from another portion of the campground, called "Primite" sites ~) and have our little shade set up, and were able to get the most wonderful view of not only the rest of the campground in either direction, but of the shoreline directly across from where we had set up ~

Exactly what the Dr. ordered...well not literally, but somewhat close.

It was fun, restful, and always a treat when seeing a small creature along the opposite shore, maybe a turtle, a sweet little otter, who was quite busy doing whatever she/he was up to...seeing quick fast little darting fish..maybe trout?, maybe smallmouth bass..just flashes of color, a swift flick of a fin, and then disappearing into the deeper water.

It was such a let-down to have to come back home - nothing has changed here, there is still the sudden and viscious loud screaming - shouting/cussing/slamming of objects inside the house and outside in the shed. I find myself thinking of the calm sound of the water splashing over the rocks of the New River..seeing high high up in the sky, some large hawk, or maybe an turkey vulture...and I so terribly want to go back, immediately, and grab something of a moment of that quietness.

But it won't be until possibly next year - unless we discover another Bus camp-out within the next couple months, before the weather turns cold once again.

I'm longing for the quietness..the peaceful moments of rest that the depths of my soul are in need of...just waiting for another part of that which would envelope me in the comfort of softness.

I will strive for it till the next time away..........


Lady of The Tulips ~