“Worry is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained.” – Arthur Somers Roche
I am a person who sleeps best when everyone is under the same roof and I can count heads before mine hits the pillow. If I am not able to do that, the next best thing is to send a text or an email and get updates. Of course, that only works when one of those heads to be counted is NOT busily working at a “research center in lowland Amazonian forest at the base of Peru’s southern Andes”, putting him somewhat out of range of phones and the internet.
Logically speaking, I know that everything is fine. Not only is Kyle capable and experienced in working at this location but he is among a group that includes his supervising professor and her Peruvian born husband. It is not a concern about his safety (ok, maybe just a little). I miss hearing about his experiences and his life. (Not to mention, the last we heard, he was still recovering from “Peru stomach” which occurred in the 5 days of travel from here to there.)
My brain knows I am wasting valuable time worrying. My mama heart says, whatever.
(I bought some “Not to worry beads” recently. I might need a refund.)
As an update: word came last night from Peru and all is well in the world.