Last night was weird. I had a bit of a dark night of the soul. It happens. The mind/heart jumps around from one thing to another, at which point I find myself at a place I hoped was more healed. But I let it out, let it run its course and the light comes back.
A partial list of things I'm grateful for: A house where I can garden and make art. A neighborhood that's walking distance to the river. Neighbors who have become good friends. A real, live group of friends. A dog that is goofy and keeps me company. The way the light streams in with the November angle. The crisp autumn air this afternoon. A pot of soup simmering on the stove. A fire in the wood stove. Meds that actually help. Hope in my heart.