Left on my doorsteps: flowers and a book.
"Do you remember the last time your preconceptions were blown to smithereens, your heart burnt to a cinder, your confidence shattered? Look back on it now (or if you're on the middle of it look around), and see if in the middle of that devastation - right on the center of it - you half-sense something still and small. Listen for it. Beneath, around, even within the cacophonous chaos of your life desintegrating, something infinitely powerful and surpassingly sweet is whispering to you. It is when all our somethings are collapsing that we may finally turn to nothing, and find there everything we need." - Martha Beck