We are lumbering through the advent of summer along the Hudson. Despite all the trappings of privilege, it's still a hard passage to cobble together well being and the simmering pains and losses of the past can boil over so that the glass appears half empty and frustration absorbs all the oxygen in the air.
You have to focus on gratitude then. For lack of apparent illness, for the stability of a roof overhead, food to eat and the comfort of friends even as the house harbors more difficult memories than are easy to address. Then you have to hope today and tomorrow afford more chances to do better and put life in to perspective.
We all bear wounds that resist healing, Some do better with resolution or find a way to forgive themselves or others. As for myself, I am trying to coax more optimism from each moment and wish you the same.
