November is shaping up beautifully, after a series of situations rendering me untethered and uncertain. When I mean by beautiful, I mean that things have not been good, but quiet, and quiet is such a dream right now. As expected, knowing is very different from living things out. With each struggle, we can only take things one day at a time.
Being away from life’s distractions has allowed me to take stock and acknowledge things that I’ve been intentionally ignoring – for the sake of some form of survivorship, I suppose. And you know, sitting outside in the sun, enjoying the winter’s ocean breeze really puts things in perspective. We are all such tiny, small humans in this universe of God’s creation. Tomorrow is not even guaranteed.
Denise Taw 