Here Comes The Sun

“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

Summer has hit the ground running, and so have I. I’ve been keeping a secret – I’ve finally managed to start losing weight (in a healthy way) AND have energy! Yes, I still have MS fatigue, but I am motivated. I want to move constantly, even when in pain.

My yard is not large, but I love it. I have worked on the gardens there, worked on the plants, cleaning up old growth, overgrown vine, pear trees that were left to run with no one to tend them. A beautiful rose bush left to be scraggly and gnarled were cut back last year and are growing in a lush, full green. I can’t wait to see them bloom. There was a lilac bush left to grow into a gnarled, ragged tree. I trimmed it far back as well; the new green is full and gorgeous.

There was a raised garden bed left to overgrow, the only decent remnants were chives and mint left wild and full. Those beds have been tilled under, the chives moved (though ants remain in them, so they await replanting). A new, smaller, garden was tilled (all work by me) with new plants to start.

The new garden bed.
Old bed tilled under

I’ll need to take more photos of the front and full back. The branches you see around the perimeter where the trimings from the overgrown trees that I turned into a fence like structure. I absolutely love the feel of it all. My only complaint – ANTS! There are ants everywhere.

The sun has brought light back into my life – literally and figuratively. I want to be outside. I want to dig my toes into the ground and squish the soil. I want my hands to be soiled from the work I’ve down. I want the rabbits to come play, and the birds to come feed.

Here comes the sun, and I’m going to worship it every day that I can.

The Beetles – Here Comes The Sun

Monday night blah blah blah blah

I’ll set the scene.


Sleeping toddler


citalopram, to be exact



“The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.” ― George Carlin


of course, your right, George.

answers in a whimsy

springing about

springing about a little ditty

spinning to a reel

jigs up

time to spiel

OH! what a life

for a vagabond

a traveler of the mind

OH! what a LIFE!

for a vagabond

a traveler just like mine


I was going to add a song

but it took too long and the song I wanted

well, it was gone too

I think we’re all crazy tonight

Am I right?


“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (Source: Goodreads).

I try everyday to be better than I am. Somedays are hard, some are easy. Today is hard. With illness, you never know from one day to the next if you will be fully functional or not. But as long as you try to be better on the whole, there is always hope. At least I would like to think so.

Hope is the one thing I carry around with me in spades. Hope for better health, hope that my family knows how much I love them and how hard I try to be better. Hope that things will work out so long as I work hard to make it happen. Hope that my children will appreciate all that I do. Hope that I can dig out of this darkness and into the light.

So much hope.

Natasha Bedingfield – Hope