Comfort.

“When you're down and out

When you're on the street

When evening falls so hard

I will comfort you

I'll take your part

Oh, when darkness comes

And pain is all around.”

I don’t know what it is, but this time of year it gets a bit more challenging when the holidays are behind us. I know I am not the only one who goes through it, and I have always come out fine on the other end, but it’s just knowing there’s a lot of grey cold weather between now and spring that is just not appealing.

Like many of us, we are looking forward to the next year on the calendar. As much as it feels enlightening, I know that things are not going to change too dramatically when the ball drops taking us into 2021. I would like to think so, but I am fairly realistic about it. I can just hope and know that there is an end in sight, when a few months ago, we were not sure.

I was not around during the great depression, but I have heard stories from those times. They sounded so hard I am really impressed with the resilience of people who lived through it—-here in the US and around the world. To think about the length of time it took to climb out of the doldrums and keep fighting toward better times, you would have thought it was at least 10 years from start to finish. It was actually less than 4 years; however those were 43 months of total hell of what I am told.

So here we are….we have been through 9 months of the most challenging times I can recall. We knew when recessions and economic downturns were coming, but we have never been beaten by a silent killer in the form of a virus. I know I have touched upon this topic recently, and I apologize, but as we approach tomorrow with hope, I really am in a frame of mind that better days are ahead.

When they do arrive, I think we should all take a deep sigh of relief, learn from what we have just been through—-and never never forget the lives that were taken. They had no idea what was happening, and in an instant they were gone. That’s just not the way to live or to die.

The photo above was taken of my favorite lunch; I love soup. The significance of this type of soup—-mushroom and barley—-goes back to when I was younger. My Mom used to make it and I used to eat more than my fair share. In fact, I ate more of my fair share of most foods she made—-I’ll get to that another time—-but as we approach the long days of winter, I know there’s a bridge out there and it will take us to better times.

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