In a long and reassuring conversation last week, my dear friend Daisy and I talked about grief and support and about how Mr. D stepped back and gave her all the space she needed over the last year. Right now, I'm praying for that kind of strength and the ability to let go. Given recent events (you know, those ones about which I'm so vocal and yet so damned deliberately obscure), I find myself plagued by doubt. I find myself questioning everything. It feels like trying to a stable spot on shifting ground.

I'm tired and unsure.

Right now, I'm praying for patience, direction and strength. And it looks like that's going to be my prayer for a long, long time.