There is an art to rising

There is an art to rising. For most, it is lost to us, as birth. There are so many other moments in our day/life; why should this one be memorable? And yet every day, we are born anew, to look at our rooms, our selves, our loves, our lives through a new glass, each day with one more chance to know fully and to be fully known.

I have seen Carol rise from places where it seems there is no sun, where darkness threatens to overwhelm. And still, she rises.

This round of treatment has not been the easiest physically for her, but we're headed out to Minnesota tomorrow. There we will find sunshine, and warmth. She won't like getting up early for the flight, but she will rise to the occasion.