Challenged in Changes

I did say my writing here would be sporadic.

I realize that is not necessarily good for the must-post-because-people-are-waiting age that we live in. But I don’t write here for that.

My hopes is that when someone falls upon this site, it will contain something worth the reading, if only for one very small thing. A respite in the day. Relieving the clicking trigger-finger on the keyboard, a moment away from the washing, the news, the shopping, the cooking, the cleaning, the studying….Whatever bogs us down in our every day lives.

Every day is a challenge. Every day is posed with changes. A new gray hair signals some challenge (endured or overcome), a change (negotiated with as much grace as I could muster).  When my head is full of nothing but gray hairs? Then I can say that I am, indeed, a survivor of life.

I’ll wear my fluffy white crown, then, and it will be a signal:  You can ask me…if I didn’t go through it, I knew someone who did. I sat with them, I held them. I listened. I tried to speak only when the drops would saturate and soothe, not burn off in the heat of trouble.

 

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