It is raining. Almost raining. Barely raining. Just about to rain. Raining again. Again. And again. I am waking up at the first faint trill of my alarm, sometimes seconds before it. I open my eyes to the nuances of grey. I step into the world without hard angles and edges, all soft and soggy. I am stepping into it full of kindness. I feel attentive these days, full of intention and through this intention I feel alive and more powerful than I’ve felt for a long time. The days are busy, but don’t feel rushed, every moment feels full and meaningful. Just the physical sensation of living every moment: the surreal homey feeling of sitting in the kitchen with Marta and Anthony. The acceptance of every moment whatever that moment is feels like a warm drink in my belly. Surely, this is for real? The good times may be passing, but the acceptance is mine. Maybe, this is what courage is: facing every day with kindness.