The blackberries are ripening again. These sorts of things become landmark time references for me. Last year, I picked them from our backyard fence when this home was still a house and I felt uncomfortable in my own skin. I had a lot on my plate, more than I shared and will ever share on this blog or with others. I've been tried before, sure. But never had I felt so troubled with my mind, body, and spirit, all at the same time. And it felt like too much. Even looking back, I'm in awe how I made it through. I suppose sometimes you have no choice, so you just keep going in a direction, any direction, so long as you keep moving. And then, by moving, forgiveness and Grace, love from others, and a continual learned love for myself, I made it to today. To another blackberry ripening.