This has not been an easy year, There is no point going into details here. Those who know, know.
Suffice to say I am hoping 2016 will be kinder and gentler, but I fear it may not be so.
For my own mental health I need to focus on the good things in my life.
I have many awesome friends, who are there for me even if months have gone by without contact.
I have young people who love me and like to sit on my lap while I read to them, or sit beside me while I knit with them or hold my hand while I walk with them.
I have relationships with students from years gone by, who call me up to have tea together and chat about their future.
I have my swimming. Thank God for my swimming.
I have my sister and brother who are there for me while I babble on through tears, and I know my other sisters and brother would be there for me if I opened up to them with my broken heart.
I have my work - which fulfills my need to feel respected and worthy.
I have the love of my husband of thirty-eight years which is constant and profound.
I have the love of my son, who is there for me, who can make me laugh and is so very wise.
My daughter told me last summer that 'we have time'. I have faith that this is so.
I have my weekly knit group and people there who care for me and reach out to me when I start to withdraw.
And my knitting, I always am creating something. So there is that.
I have the birds at the feeder.
I have cedar forests to walk in, and those magnificent trees give me strength and some peace.
I have the daily chores.
I have my weekly yoga practice.
I have the sunrises and sunsets (except for when it's raining) and then I have the rain, and now the snow tires are on I can look forward to the snow.
I have the cat, for now, who seems to know I need his company in the evening.
I have my writing: this blog, my poetry, and a novel to edit.
I have a talisman from \Saint Joseph's Shrine given to me by my dear cousin and aunt. I carry it in my pocket every day.
My mother used to tell me, and my daughter has it tattooed on her arm, "This too shall pass." I am praying that this is so.
I can't imagine Christmas this year, so I won't, but I have my Advent candles to light my way through this, the darkest of months.
And, I have you, dear readers, and I am thankful for your comments and support.