Starting to run out of greetings, dear friend and solar system participant. May have to strike up a correspondence with another part of the universe soon. I can never thank you enough for all you’ve given me and my friends, but even if I’m not writing much to you, be assured I will think of you often with gratitude and love.

Life continues to be a struggle for me and your other micro-doodles, as apparently it’s destined to be, even with the wondrous passages of joy that sprinkle the struggles of lucky people. Maybe the trick is to learn to love struggling. Or just ignore that part and focus on the joy.

All I know is I don’t know. Sometimes that makes me sad and sometimes it’s delightful and intriguing. We live inside a mystery of infinite proportions, so being confused upon occasion may not be a bad thing. Just a normal response to a very weird situation.

I need to remind myself, however, that every time I think I’ve found the answer, that’s just the beginning to another question later. Change is all. Breathe and smile, breathe and smile.

Wondering and wishing,

LWIII