A lot of Facebook memories popped up today. 2018 an 2019 were tough, but they finished in quietly spectacular ways.
I’m in a low place. It feels like there is more loss than gain this month. More isolation and loneliness. Too many deeply personal emotions to share with clear words.
This is the place when the light is dim and the wood is dark. I’ve been through enough of these dark nights to know how bright the sun is on the other side. I don’t wait for it, I push into the ever darkening path, for that is the way to the light.