Don’t you hate it?! Things are going smoothly…moving along at a comfortable clip…flowing into each other at a reasonable pace…one part of life speaking fluently to all other parts of life. Everything is making sense. Career, family, friends, self, social and home are fluidly flowing. Then they’re not. Just like that things begin to fall away. The grasp you thought you held on all things real is apparently loosely rendered and bits of doing, holding, having, loving, fall to the floor. We are reminded of our humanness once again.
In faith and hope, we stoop to pick up the fallen parts. Some shattered, some cracked, some, gratefully, no worse for the wear. With these bits we stand up, straighten our suit, regrasp the everlasting parts of ourselves and gently smile. All is not lost. The pieces most necessary, most worthwhile, most authentically you remain. Firmly hold them and begin a new day. in love. trish.