Counting the Ways

Distress in life illuminates if one gives it enough attention and time.

There they are, my husband and children, loving me through the dark night of disillusion. In quiet and compassion those who know me best patiently carry-on, carry me, move and breathe in love for us all. They witness my struggle knowing I must do it myself in order to be free just as, to live, the butterfly must exit the cocoon and stretch her new wings alone.

Here I am, exhausted and catapulted to joy!

"...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." Psalm 30:5

Thank you, Tom and kids! Your love is a mystery to me, a beautiful mystery."