Small Comforts
When the days are long and the hope is hard to reach, stretch out a hand to the small delights of life, utilized by few, but available to us all. · The notepad on my phone, or the blank lines in my journal- I fill these with persistent thoughts that scoop needless anxiety upon my head. They are acknowledged, they are expressed, we can let them go, we can advance with a clear mind . · The sun filters through the blinds and hurls a streak of light against the wall. Tiny dried white flowers repose in a glass jar on a heavy wooden table. The shape of my husband’s face, the smile after he teases me, the strength of his being, of his mind, of his character. I note these things , learning to be grateful, finding comfort in the small quest of noticing what I love and being thankful for them.* · The feeling of dough between my fingers ...