When the Dark-Nights-Of-The-Soul close in & possibilities & hope evaporate & the pain takes over, I grapple for memories like this to sustain me. If only the Great Men of Science could feed me this soul-nourishment through my IV-Drip along with the morphine. For while there are books to read, hens to delight in, tea to sip & family & friends to cherish, despair has no dominion.

©Tyne O’Connell