Last year someone broke my heart. I fell to my knees and cried bitter, lonely tears. I’d asked so many questions, struggling to understand. Suddenly it all made sense I filled pages and notebooks With feelings, frustrations, desires. Then I put my pen down and I looked around with renewed appreciation, for all was good. My gratitude list was boundless. Meditation Urban nature walks Melodies and rhythmic beats Dog kisses and wagging tails Meet-ups at the Tap and on my screen Hugs from my children The sound of the ocean Sand underneath my feet Sunshine on bare skin Last night someone asked me to dance. The lights were dim, the music soothing. My head was on his chest, my arms wrapped around his waist. We swayed gently ‘round the room, my bare feet avoiding his shoes. I wasn’t ready for this dance a year ago. I was tripping over my own feet then. Timing is everything, some say. And yes, it’s helping heal my wounds. But it wasn’t just its passage That led me here, that’s making this work. Healing Appreciation Understanding Self-discovery Independence Strength Love It was all out there for me to discover. And so was he.