And so shines a good deed in a weary world
after a rough night with me and my kids holding it together thru a personal painful crisis of faith, we warrioirs of light trudged on. I awoke to this morning's best hope for goodness still in the world. OUR hope and faith in each other, OUR ability to turn to each other and pick each up by the bootstraps just long enough to take a breath and keep breathing. Upon waking this morning, my husband's first act was not his usual meds, food, bathroom litany of maslow's hierarchy of needs, it was to find me, seek me out embrace and hugging apologize for what happened between us. Maybe just maybe things will be okay for me after all. Keep passing those open windows folks, remember to breath and hang in there for yourself and each other.