These past few months I have been living in a dazed confusion. Between the Covid 19 virus and insane politics, I have been wandering through a murky forest. But the gut wrencher was being diagnosed with breast cancer in June.
From the moment I first heard the news, this fog engulfed my mind and heart. It’s as if I have been living in an alternate reality.
Now, thirty-two radiation treatments later (with one more remaining), I am beginning to see a sliver of hope shining far off in the distance.
Last night for the first time in months, I walked outside with my little pup into our beautiful back yard. The air is cool and soft on my skin. I look up and there she is ~ the lovely moon still there, waiting for me. Through my tears of gratefulness, I seek solace in her flawless light.

black velvet night…