- Child with a bruised eye. Just like a girl in a Norman Rockwell painting, she was quite satisfied to have a pulsing, darkening battle scar. This somehow proved to the child that even though she is one of the smallest, she is also quite tough. She was in pain, but pleased nonetheless.
I’m getting there.
Usually I just write about the Love, Joy, and Peace that I find.
And I do find it! Even in the strangest places.
That doesn’t mean that other things don’t exist for me. The proverbial Poison Ivy, black eyes, creepy spiders…everyone has them.
But we all get to choose what we want to keep in our pockets and memories. I want to remember the Love. I want to cherish the smile and contentment of a girl who played hard and won. I want to treasure Joy in the plant that actually survived the Dog! I want to remember this blueish flower. It’s unique and exciting, and I did nothing to create or nurture it. It needed me to step aside and let it be, in Peace. I can appreciate that.
So now you know. Love, Joy, and Peace are here, right in the middle of everything creepy.
And you get to choose what you want to hold on to.