This morning I needed holding up. Life is a bit of a trial right now with Russ declining piece by piece, a little bit more each day. What I call a trial, a sorrow or a duty, believe me, I know there is an angel’s hand there guiding me forward. Life is full of beauty and beneath the coverings of illness, there is meaning and purpose cloaking me in hope, but sometimes it just seems to be a tad out of reach and sometimes I need to wallow. I need to find the courage to claim it, the hope that seems hidden in darkness. I can't give up.
After our Zoom meeting this morning, I left to walk the neighborhood while Chance was still caring for Russ. The sun's rays were a gift, overshadowing worry, brightening both my day and my mood. I am sure my released endorphins increased my calm and focus, decreasing the effects of my stress. My walk became a bit of a Vitamin D party!
And then pure joy took over as Autumn and Dax's snowman reminded me of the power of joy! Little boot prints stomped in the snow, I could 'hear' the joy they must have had in making 'Frosty'. The joyful scene reminded me to live in the moment, to go back inside to Russ and share nothing but kindness and joy. Kindness is the ability to speak with love, listen with patience and act with compassion. Their little snowman reminded me to be in awe of both the wonder and frailty of the human body; the concealer of divine gifts. Frosty was a reminder to take good care and be a joy for Russell. Onward....