Coming at you with mere hours to spare because I just got back from a lovely weekend celebrating a housewarming with friends in Sacramento. While I was up there, I found myself marveling at the fact that while I don't think it's true that time heals all wounds, it is remarkable the amount of healing that can come in time. Most of the friends I spent time with this weekend I've known for close to or over ten years. A lot can happen in that time — broken hearts, broken friendships, shifting landscapes as jobs or love move us away from each other to new places. But as I reconnected with them it was heartening to see that through all that there can still be an abiding familiarity. And even a connection you thought was dead can show budding signs of life and healing. It gives me hope for resolution that though may still remain outside my current scope, sits on the horizon.