'Misery loves company'? Nope. I remember from years ago when I was really depressed, hearing someone else's sad story didn't cheer me at all. It just made me realize all over again that the world is a really, really sad place.

In recent years (20 or so), it's much easier not to get into that space at all. In fact, when I do, I have created it myself. I call it 'poisoning my own well'. Like not being able to keep your tongue from a wobbly tooth. For me, since I evidently don't have a chemical imbalance, it's easier just not to go there.

What cheers me the most, and most quickly, is throwing a jam or song circle in my own home. Even when I'm not up to participating myself, as after recent surgery, just immersing myself in live music among friends is a nurturing, absorbing experience, something I hope to honor the rest of my life.

Ebbie