By Candle Light

With summer winding down, moments are becoming slower.
Late last night, having an adult conversation over coffee with friends of my parents, I realized maybe growing up is going to be okay. I'd love to learn as much as they have about the world, how it works, why it works, how to heal.
One woman, an artist, must be nearly seventy years old. She mentioned that her father had been manic depressive. She remembered how wonderful it was when he would come home from work on top of the world with a new hat, a rare smile on his face, and then, what it felt like when he came home the next day, locked himself in the living room and listened to his records for hours on end and she wasn't allowed in to see him for days.
By sharing her story, she let me look through a little window, into who she really is.
Now she has a husband and children and grandchildren. She's retired from a good job. Since her childhood, things have turned out okay.
It has me thinking, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.