So I kept on, day by day, and gradually I began to relax, yielding my dread to some level of trust. Comfort certainly did not arrive all at once, and, often, just as I glimpsed it, a noise or another storm would frighten me and set me back. But I soon realized that even more important than planting seeds or digging the latrine or establishing my routine of daily living, I needed to quiet my mind. Worry and fear would not change the outcome of my situation or my fate. Horizon might not be home, but I found a way to stay.
