Last week a friend wrote that she'd had 3,000 days of constant pain. I did some calculations and I've had 8,072 days. It was the week before my 17th birthday, so needless to say that birthday sucked.
But during those thousands of days there have been bright spots. Today I mended my leaf quilt, adding embroidery over an insufficient seam allowance. I really like how it turned out.
Music has definitely been a positive. I've been listening to Tom Waits today, he is just right for a stormy afternoon.
But love is the main thing. Love is what life is all about. May you all have a happy and love filled weekend.