Angel on my Shoulder

After several days of melancholia and rumination, Herself's present internal storm appears to have passed. Yesterday she spent several hours on a thorough cleaning of the house, including the tidying and reorganization of the cupboard under the stairs, the cabinet under the kitchen sink, and the pantry shelves.  Because all of the others were out of the house, she listened to her own choices of music and sang along without concern about irritating anyone. (The dogs do not seem to mind the noise.)  She rounded out the chores today by restocking the pantry and weeding several containers of miscellany that were cluttering the garage. She picked out a few new recipes to try in the upcoming week.  She caught up on some Science magazines while lying on the couch with the dogs.  Aah. Much better.

As she drove to and from the grocery store today, she had a most unusual feeling; it was a particular mindfulness -- not something even as concrete as a thought or a physical sensation -- that carried with it a molecule of contentment and peace.

If she had to describe it, she would say: it was as though someone was thinking of her, with love.

We wish this for you, too.

She shall keep this molecule of comfort in her heart, where it has quietly taken root. Perhaps it will grow.  And if she is very lucky, perhaps one day she shall learn what it is.