It’s just another dinner break, like all the ones before. Stopping in the middle of a shift, a quick bite to eat. Today I sit alone. Hot, salt and peppery chicken nuggets await, I timed it well and I’m the first to dig into our standing Sunday evening food order.
These walls may keep the pain and grief at bay, but hope and joy cannot get through either. (Tweet)
We collect and carry with us through life the bits and pieces. Emotions and memories hoarded together as we create the mosaic of our lives. Hobbled together, the light and the dark together make beautiful art. Their interwoven contrasts as we desperately make sense of life, while simply living it.