Today was a good day. So often I am moving through mud, constantly keeping darkness at bay. The last few days have been better, where I could move, where I could remember the light. Yesterday I spent time with an old friend and talked with a few others. It felt so good to reconnect and to know that I matter to others as much as they matter to me.
I wish I could reconnect more, that I could believe in myself, that I know that I can make a meeting or focus to write or remember. But those abilities are often lost to me now. The darkness and fog come and go as they please, and leave me as their unwilling co-dependent child.
So I have to remember that there are gray winter days but I can still see feel and know that the light is there and waiting for me to touch it.
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