Survival is made of little touches of magic. Or at least, my survival is.
I am completely unable to change the big things in my life which have wounded me so deeply. But today, I had dinner with friends, unexpectedly. It was one of those coffees that turned into a long conversation which turned into dinner. I walked home at sunset. The air turned golden, then rust, and a soft rain began to fall.
It is these moments that gently lift my heart. Softly, powerfully, tangibly.
They happen un-asked, un-anticipated. But they happen again and again, you can count on it. Watch out for them and let them love you.