Have you ever noticed that most fairy tales begin the same way. Once Upon a Time . . .
OUaT in a not so far away land, there lived a very kind and wise king and his equally kind a wise queen. In this fairy tale, the kind & wise king and queen have many children and teach them all to be kind (and hopefully wise) before the good queen becomes very very ill, as Every Good Mother does.
So, here we are, in a land not so far far away, where my sweet and very good mother is very very sick and dying. AND how do you ask does a fair maiden, such as myself, deal with devastating tragedy and grief? I clean of course. Yesterday, I got down and dirty and scrubbed the bathrooms. I did some dishes, and dusted off that old broom sitting in the corner with cobwebs on it and swept. I whistled to the birds and other wild woodland creatures for a little assistance, but I don't thing they recognized my horse and tearful voice because not one bird or fuzzy squirrel came.
Today, I think I'll mop the floor with my own tears and iron the king's shirts. Feeling powerless is not so bad when you can also feel a little useful.