“Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.”
~ Richard Paul Evans, Lost December
Yesterday I wrote about the harshness of life; today I consider gentler things.
It is my inclination to turn inward when faced with angst and that is where I find myself lately. Solitude and silence have always been my defence and, in later years, my strongest offence too.
Yesterday, as the snow fell . . . and fell . . . I puttered around in my Woman Cave photographing some flowers I picked up the day before and listening to the soothing voice of Mary Chapin Carpenter. It was time well spent.
Last night I started reading The Space Between: A Memoir of Mother-Daughter Love at the End of Life. It’s a good read and is giving me lots to think about which is, after all, what any good book is supposed to do.
This morning I read an article by Dan Blank about social media anxiety that resonated with me.
Today, we’ll dig out and help a friend with something praiseworthy.
Life is difficult. It’s also pretty sweet sometimes. I continue to put my effort into intentionally focusing on pockets of sunshine morning by morning.