Let it be known that despite the world seeming (at least to me) a much less kinder, gentler place than I remember as a kid, and the burdens borne much heavier and longer lasting, it’s still a beautiful world.
Even in the midst of the deepest sorrow (someday I will write about the recent experience of losing my mother), I feel joy. Even the midst of tragedy and loss, I see goodness and hope.
I am just as easily brought to tears by the kindness of others and the beauty of this earth as I am by the surrounding pain and suffering. Forever I will be grateful for this wild ride.