
I have always loved ice cream but at the moment I seem to need it. Right now there are no less than three, half gallon containers in my freezer. In the dark of night, after waking in a sweat for the second or third time, I head to the kitchen. It doesn't matter which flavor I grab as long as it's cold.
There is no need for a bowl any longer or a chair to sit down for that matter. Standing in kitchen, with a night light to guide me, I eat straight from the box until my soul has been cooled and calmed.
This has not helped my waistline at all, but for now I don't care. It's my secret garden, my hidden treasure, my will to go on.
*Note to self: never, ever run out of ice cream!