The days I fall...

I am reminded there is always an abundance of things to be sad, and angry about.

The fragile state of
Being.
The innocence of
Living.
The complexity of
Feeling.
Death come so easily;
And life is violent to the living.

The struggle lies in finding the space and light in one's heart to be hopeful, to celebrate, to smile, to dance, to be joyful and show one's love to the world, despite the wounds of time. This is no easy task and in doing so, learning be gentle to oneself and other's in times of change and turmoil takes courage, patience and skill. Finding the skills to heal our traumas, for listening to each other and grieving when we need to, is part of the journey. We have to know or at least hold the hope in our heart that we will rise to greet the sunshine of another day.