Holy Saturday

In the morning I made some very healthy food and fed an ailing person and it was really great. I also cleaned the house a bit and admired the cat. Then I was alone in the house and somehow the hours got eaten up by depression and a nap. It is not that any one person's "fault," it is just that the feeling of loss has a way of coming back. I am going to take my sad but surviving self out to a nature space before the sun goes down "Well we all shine on..." ("Instant Karma")