This is the 2nd day in a row that I’ve *wanted to write. I only write when I’m inspired and it’s been a long time since I’ve been inspired.
Either I’m sprouting a new thread of hopefulness or being around my family has left me with faint remains of strength and beauty.
Or maybe it was the Rest the break provided. Like a broken bone, I needed to be reset. To heal in the resting place of things and people I love.
Today and tomorrow’s truth: The smallest amount of light is infinitely greater than vast amounts of darkness.
*had a fire in the belly feeling where i breathe a little deeper and exhale with a slight smile and a new idea. also evidence of clarity, insight, or hope.