In a world where every day is a new beginning….
Yet it feels like an old version of a cable channel.
Where we are told what to be enraged about today.
What to fight about.
Who to blame.
Until a tragedy happens. Then it’s all kumbaya. Until we are told again who to be mad at.
Passion rules the human experience. After all:
If we don't stand for something we'll fall for anything.
My heart hurts. Because the thing I want more than anything remains just beyond my reach.
I’ve grasped and dug into the sand with every tentacle possible like an octopus looking for food.
I want my son back.
I want my family.
I never thought life would become so painful.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly blessed. I have people who love me. I have a husband who takes care of me. I have daughters who keep me afloat. But no one understands the pain.
Rainy days like today pull at my insides. I love the beauty. The freshness, the hope. Then my aching heart pulls me inside its grip. Like a mother duck leading her babies across the rainy road and one gets swept away.
Oh my heart. What to do.
Enjoy the rain. I’m told. Just enjoy the rain.