This week has put mountains in my path. First my sister who faces a long road to recovery and I must accompany her.

Now my daughter has broken up with her significant other and we moved her things home last night. It is her mountain but I see it, I feel it and to an extent I scale it.

There is a funny thing about mountains. You can come upon them suddenly or you can see them in the distance. But they are still mountains.

The view from a mountain is different from the view below. At some point I will reach the summit.

You wonder- how I am going to get up there or down from there but step by step you navigate.

Inch by inch life’s a cinch. Yard by yard life’s hard.

I have to remember not to think too far ahead. Baby steps. M.E.

LucyAnn gave me a tiny mountain with little polar bears ad an Eskimo. no bigger than a nickel. A balm to my soul that she would think of me. A peaceful feeling that there is more life than my chaotic world.

So I survey the mountains, make my way across one,watch my daughter as she begins her ascent and wait for the glorious verdant valley on the other side.