Happiness seems out of reach most days.
But some days, the sadness falls behind and hides itself there in the corner in a box and I laugh without thinking; I smile at the noise and I find myself living and breathing and running again…
The curtains are open and the breeze flows through.
But some days, the sadness falls behind and hides itself there in the corner in a box and I laugh without thinking; I smile at the noise and I find myself living and breathing and running again…
The curtains are open and the breeze flows through.
We shed the layers and soak the sun up through exposed skin.
Then at the end of the day when the sky grows dark, I’m reminded of that box full of sadness…
I draw the curtains when the house grows still and I unpack it, sort through it, soaking it with tears–
and I toss some of it in the trash, I pack some of it away,
and I pull the rest of it over my shoulders like that old worn hoodie I love so much…
Good thing that old worn hoodie is stained with Thanksgiving dinners with 4 moms and 30 children… And has holes from chasing children and their friends across the playground in Germany… And smells like lavender soap made by a friend who is prouder of you than you can imagine… ((big hugs))
The sadness is oh so easy to cling to sometimes. But that happiness is like oxygen when it happens.