Lately sadness has been visiting. We’ve talked about why they‘re around, and I understand. They can stay as long as they need.
I don’t need them to change, or leave. They’re with me while I’m making waffles with my son. They’re with us on our trip to the record store to buy a gift for my sister. I make space for them when it’s needed, otherwise they’re just another part of the gang. It’s not a problem to be solved. Their existence just requires an expansion of loving to wrap them in. Sadness deserves kindness and gentleness, too.
