Our sky at night is always different. And we, as humans, are always different. No two moments alike. Impermanence is the name of the game. Is that a planet in the sky? Is it the reflection of something else? Is it a tiny, far-away moon? What is it? That’s another thing, we don’t always see clearly or know what it is we see.
I asked FH (Fabulous Husband) today, “Do you think I have Fibromyalgia or do you think it’s just this crappy job?…Or both?” (I have a diagnosis of FMS and I am an exhausted, overwhelmed teacher.)
Of course the answer is both. I guess all I need to inch my way toward healing is Five Hundred pounds and a room of my own. Not a pocket full of rocks and a river. Well, I’m not there anyway. I’m here. Wondering if I really see something glowing in the distance there, in the future, like that little spot of light in the picture. What is it? I can’t really see it.
At least I can count on the fact that everything, including me, will change tomorrow, will in fact change by the time I finish this sentence.