Life often interrupts our plans.
It shifts the path we thought we'd take,
the map we were certain of,
and the story we imagined would unfold.
And yet.
In the middle of the detours and the waiting
It still surprises us with small, sacred moments of joy.
The laughter that that bubbles up in the unexpected.
The kindness we didn't expect.
The strength we didn't know we carried.
It is both the noise and the quiet.
The breaking and the mending.
The ache of what's lost and the wonder of what's still being found.
Life is rarely just one thing.
It is the paradox, the tension, the both/and.
Life was never meant to be perfect:
It was meant to be lived.
The way the light was shining through this young locust tree by the pond made me stop in my tracks. It was a small, sacred moment of joy.
I hope one of those today.
Oh! the leaves on that young locust tree!
ReplyDeleteA small, sacred moment of joy today: laughing on a phone walk with a longtime friend in the fresh air of early morning.
Nice! Nothing better than a good laugh with a friend!
DeleteBeautiful post! 💕
ReplyDeleteThank you Judy!
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