Wishing it was...
One friend advised that I take myself away or go inside myself, whichever is needed, in order to "sip, sigh, redeem, and re-center" my weary soul.
Another reminded me that, when the fear comes and I am unable to move deeper into trust and peace, then hope is a brave place to start.
I'd love to return to the spot captured in this photo and spread out a blanket with a journal, several markers, my camera, and dive into a soul-stirring, compass-resetting conversation.
I'm off to sip tea, nibble on a muffin, sigh a few times, redeem what remains of this afternoon, and re-center myself in terms of who and what matters most.