I de-cluttered something really big today: most of my summer and, in the process, our vacation. I cleared out the planned but very unrealistic mixed-family get-together in favor of a very un-directed, wandering, go-where-we-will, real vacation instead.

I shed some lovely, cleansing tears yesterday as well. A long-awaited passage for someone we care deeply about came to pass, and was marked in a special way yesterday. Big boo-hoo opportunity, the kind where you happy-weep at weddings, only not at a wedding. One result was the image of a couple of places in my life where I know that certain people definitely "have my back," and the idea to look for one or two more folks like that in the places where, as Paul Simon sings, the wind blows. Or-- I could just go to Graceland.

I've reduced expectations in a number of other areas, as well, so I can let my poor brain work itself out in its own time.

LO