One Baby Step at a Time

Mum's death, followed so quickly by the death of my mother-in-law has rocked me. I have not been very communicative over the past four months and things that gave me a sense of purpose have lost meaning.
It is not as if I have not been trying to keep moving forward after going through the funerals and the inevitable sorting of possessions.
I went on a trip to Malaysia, had a wonderful, unforgettable celebration for my birthday, have made regular efforts to do things and fit in here, have a new puppy to love and have committed and bought myself a home in a neighboring town with a strong art community. I used to be highly creative. I am a writer and artist and want to be with kindred spirits.
Yet still it is hard to get up of a morning. This morning it is not helped by the cold blast we have been experiencing. The first balmy days of spring have dissolved and torrential rain keeps me and the dogs inside.
I want to keep contact here, want to be involved and active but the will has not been strong enough lately.
Perhaps if I even write one short entry and come to the place each day I will get myself going again.