Sunrise is something of a cliche, I think, so are sunsets, but the thing about cliches is that most of them are cliches because there is truth to them. When I was grappling with a great deal of fear, sunrise was important to me. I saw each sunrise as a windshield wiper, clearing away the fear and resentment and confusion of my life. I heard the thump-thump of the wipers in my head, and this farm – I think it is the most beautiful farm – always speaks to me of the need to move forward, to accept the notion of the brighter tomorrow. Then, just a few years ago, I did not think I would survive, not me, my mind, my life, my work.

And since then, I have grasped the power of new beginnings, my life has filled with riches. This morning, off to get my eyes checked, to get some good reading classes for my computer, to meet with Mannix Marketing and plan for my video welcoming people to the website and offering an up-to-date tour of the life and animals of Bedlam Farm – it will be available to everybody.

Then I think I might end up in bed. Tomorrow, stomach bug permitting, a jaunt to Brattleboro to shop at Sam’s, to get some new denim shirts, suspenders and jeans. Life happens, the living room chimney has too much creosote build-up, getting it scoured out tomorrow.