A return of sorts

I have been letting my blogging and my writing habits slide, which is clearly unwise, though sometimes absolutely necessary. So I am back, here I am, for better or for worse. In the habits of old I propose a list. Things that have saved my life over the past 4 days:

1. My friends. As always. They are the best. Ever. In life.
2. The beach. On Thursday, Saturday, and twice on Sunday. Serenity, beauty, perspective.
3. Writing. On my computer, in my journal, on the beach, on the couch, in my bed. Everywhere. Anywhere.
4. My newly returned copy of Fall on Your Knees by Ann Marie MacDonald, most noteably the most beautiful passage of writing that I have ever read on pages 176 and 177 of this copy.

It is a list of 4. I tried to round it out to 5 but there was not another one. I could have given props to things that actually saved my life like water and food, though the sub-functional oven is not to be thanked.

Thanks to those who I have had especially long talks with. Thanks to those who I have spoken sometimes with. Thanks for reading most of all. I hope all is well in the land that is outside of libraries or the law building.

Much love,
Rach, from a brilliantly clear, bright, almost full moon, crisp, cold Victorian Night