My own little world seems so puny by comparison to All Of It.
I feel capable sometimes in the former and overwhelmed by the latter.
I gather those close by and help them so I don’t feel powerless.
I grab gratitude like a lifeline.
And I try desperately to believe there’s a reason for the chaos, the unfairness and the death.
Why a 20 year old talented mother of one?
Why. Not. Me?
Rhyme or reason. Please.
Someone. Show me it.
A simple cup of coffee, and a deep breath and I’m moving around again.
Aligning things in my world where I have a tiny bit of control and where love is at the center.