The aftermath is not that bad. One broken screen, two hundred dollars lost and a welcomed moving on from my job… I am not sure that I can think of anything else that went terribly wrong. I did yell at my brother in law and probably scared my neighbors with some shouting. I had a naked escapade into the pond and around the field of my sister’s goat dairy, but in a way all of these latter incidents were harmless.

The month of May has found me in good spirits. This second week has been even better than the first. I still struggle with minor spells, and I am glad that I am not working. I have baked in the sun, swam in both the Puget Sound and the pond several times, hiked and ridden my bike. I have cooked meals, mowed and weed wacked my yard and cleaned house. I have navigated some with a couple of publishers, enjoyed family and loved on my animals.

I am new. This is definitely a beginning. I have been birthed through the dizzying canal of psychosis, and have landed on the other side among the green grass, salty waters, and precious flowers of May. I have much to learn and study with my added time, and a blank slate of spirit. I am doing so, and new paths have already laid themselves out before me.

It is a time of humbleness. It is a time of gratitude. It is a time of praise and worship for God and Mother Nature. I feel as though I have returned home from a long journey or breached land after a long swim to a new island. What will become of me, where will I go and what will I do? I have faith that what lies before me is good news and has great purpose.