Yesterday it was flowers. Today it’s fungi. A false morel and a tiny little guy whose name I have forgotten.

Abby and I attacked the upper trail at Bannock Point and, just to add a bit of variety, bushwhacked back.

What the heck.

I thought about my state of mind yesterday. Not much has changed. I feel like I’m holding it together. I look at my blessings and they are many: I have a roof over my head, food to eat, a beautiful place in nature, wonderful friends, a loving, faithful dog (except when it comes to food, in which case I take second place). I have love in my life.

And still there is this sadness.

I am on the cusp of endings and beginnings and it is taking a very long time…

And perhaps there is good in this.

One of the lessons is simply: let it be.