This evening Moondog and I went for a walk and even though I had been feeling good when I left the house, after just a few steps I could feel the tension rising inside me. I spent the walk trying to talk myself down, and still ended up crying on the edge of the woods. I looked around and felt the emptiness of everything around me, of me. The longer I looked at it the more deeply I understood how we are responsible for making the meaning in our lives. Remembering this seemed to let things pop out at me - a little bird hopping in the grass, Bonnie's kindness across the street, the old neighbor couple.