At this moment the scales tip toward the good.
I play in the light, revel in it, joyously watch my children in it.
I am watched over from the shadows, angels who say nothing, mutely watching, sleep comes
and I rest well, food is a pleasure again.
Despair has vanished, laughter is spontaneous again!
The darkness has retreated for now and I am happy.
Tears run down my face from the sad song playing on the car radio and I let them dry there on my cheeks not caring who sees, only because I am so very grateful that I can feel again.
There is great audacity in the willingness to transform, and more than a little optimism.
Hope began in the dark, the stubborn hope that if I just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. I wait and watch and work: I don't give up.
'As long as I have hope I have direction, the energy to move and the map to move by.
I have a hundred alternatives a thousand paths, an infinity of dreams.'