These metal plaques were given to me by a dear friend who is feisty, independent, capable, confident, incredibly generous and has her life pretty well sorted out. She is now retired from a rewarding career, has a house here and another abroad. She is interested in other people and travels the world on her own, making friends all over the place as she goes... Except... at the moment she is sad, anxious, has lost her confidence in her ability to do even the simplest thing, is worried about driving even to the nearest town and reluctant to go out of the house. She had a short period like this a few years ago after her father died, and came through it, and will come through this too, I know. The ways of one's own heart are a mystery; the mysteries of other people's hearts are impenetrable.
Ain't this the truth?