It has been a hard year dear friends. The weight of this year has been heavy on us all, some undoubtedly more than others, but all have borne the weight of this past year. It is a time that leaves no one unchanged, some are stronger for it, others are not, but everyone has been affected by this time.
I was walking with a dear friend the other day, and as we walked, we came across this absolutely beautiful, snow surrounded daffodil. My dear friend stopped and pointed it out, this daffodil, in the hardest of circumstances, making its way through the hard, unwelcoming soil, bursting its way through to the sunlight even when surrounded by ice and snow. Anticipation of beauty, of newness and change, of joy around the corner...the anticipation that things will get better, that life will feel easier, that joy is just around the corner.
As I write this, I’m struggling. Anticipation of newness and of change is not the thing that is bringing me joy right now, and I think that’s ok. I can recognize the beauty in that daffodil, in the anticipation of change...I can recognize that change will come, that the daffodil will burst through that hard earth and nothing will stop that from happening, and I can recognize that change is necessary and good and important. I can hold all those things as truth and I can also sit in the validity of my own feelings. I can hold both those truths simultaneously.
Dear friends, can we allow ourselves to feel our own feelings a little more this week, and sit in whatever those are? Can we give ourselves permission to hold multiple truths simultaneously? Can we hold joy, anticipation, beauty and...fear...maybe all at once.
I hope you have a wonderful week dear friends, I am so very grateful for you.
*Photo by Kristi