Well, that wasn’t much of a snow event here, not the I am complaining. Port Angeles, a close by town got a reported two feet. Now that’s snow. And if this is all we get this winter I will be totally happy.

As the snow disappears I finish my book Heart’s Oratorio by Mary Oak. A true book and a half there. It is so delicate yet brave. It is so jarring yet soothing. It so personal yet universal. It is about finding meaning or maybe making meaning through a journey with illness. I will have to email her and tell her how I enjoyed it, a big atta girl!

Her story is similiar to mine or parallel maybe. Although she has different tools in her personal toolbox than I do. Maybe while I persist she envisions. Maybe while I beachcomb she picks blooms. Her approach and maneuvering are interesting to me veteran that I am, veteran of the Cancer Wars that is.

So we walk along and meet interesting people along the way that buoy us up and maybe we buoy them up. This interaction is crucial, more than I have realized in the past I think. None of this fully happens or happens fully without outside help.

OK, a walk in a minute. The sky is brightening, the snow has all but disappeared and the birds probably need more seed. Maybe someone will show up, maybe not. Thanks.

brightening loves, Felipé.