The signs of life this week filled me with more hope than you can imagine. It has been a long, hard period – what with the winter, the pandemic and the loss and grief we’ve had to face. There have been times when I felt like none of it would end.
There hasn’t been much that feels gentle about the last period. With everything seemingly changing hour by hour, uncertainty weighs heavy. Here are a couple of things that helped shift me to this place of gentle acceptance.
I’ve been feeling a sense of impending doom like there’s this thing coming – a colossal tsunami – and I don’t know if the ground I’m standing on is high enough to keep from being swept away.