Morning, Bedlam

Day by day, I am coming out of the shadows and into the light. I am deciding how I want to live, rather than how I wish to grow ill and die. I am choosing life and the joy of my love and my work. Fear is a space to cross, a geography of the mind and a spiritual life is hard and isolating and worthwhile and enthralling. I dislike the word journey, as it is so overused, yet I don’t have another word that is better for my experience, out of my life, into a dark and dangerous place, and then, a rebirth to life, work, work, work. There is nothing worthwhile I have ever done or wanted to do that is not hard work.