Black Cherry Tea and a Cold Night

Sometimes I need the compliments. I like them all the time, but sometimes I just need them. But I realized today that people need to be loved all the time. We can't take breaks or holidays from loving each other, because then everyone suffers.

It should be a constant thing in this ever-changing world, and if I had realized this sooner, I might have saved myself much speculation. The people who love me don't stop once they don't see me. Love continues; the kind of love I know, anyway.

As I get ready to burn that midnight oil again, I remember this and remember that I am loved for more than my abilities and usefulness - I am loved for who I am. That, perhaps, makes me happier than nearly anything, even more than the lovely new watercolors I have.

Good night, my friend. It was good to see you again today, even if only for a second or two. I loved sitting next to you Sunday, and laughing together. I hope you're holding up in the situations of your life, and know that I'm still here, and still thinking and praying for you.

Would you like some songs?

Here Comes the Sun Again - M. Ward

Everybody's Changing - Lilly Allen (or Keane).

Washed Away - Joe Purdy

California Stars - Wilco

Dark Blue - Jack's Mannequin