Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Hello there, friend,

Tonight I was out at sunset. The winter sun is like a balm for my soul. It spills out all over everything, its golden light stretching like fingers across the fields, down the roads, and in through the windows. The light is staying longer each day, almost until six o'clock here but not quite. I need those extra minutes. I need to be out at sunset soaking it up.

Today I was reminded of a quote I once had written down somewhere. I had to look it up and scrambled to write it down again:
Become a possibilitarian. No matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, raise your sights and see possibilities -- always see them, for they're always there. 
I have been mired in darkness in the last few weeks, working through things that aren't easy to talk about. Sometimes it feels hopeless. And yet, I'm looking for possibilities. I'm looking for sunsets. I'm looking for that balm that might shed light on all of it. I'm still believing it's out there, even if I can't see it.