My mom has a way with words. That's not exactly what Abbi posted a week or so ago ...
but it's what she meant.
Mom, that's me. And she was sharing a letter I had written to her during one of the most despairing seasons of her life ... of my life.
It was a true winter. And it took a long time for our hearts to experience spring again.
Find the love. In every situation. Regardless of circumstances. No matter the season.
That's how one survives. By finding the love.
That was the message in the letter.
Her post reminded me that for quite some time ... I have been AWAY from my words.
Not those specific words but just words in general.
It's not that I haven't had anything on my mind. Just things not ready to be put into words,
I guess. Maybe more aweigh ... than away.
A couple of people who know me well have given me new journals to write my stuff down in.
And I haven't even been jotting my rambling thoughts and feelings down in those private places.
So not like me.
Who knows ... maybe my inner voice has been quiet because there isn't really anything I have to say that anyone wants ... or needs ... to hear at this time.
It's February now. Too late really for a New Year's resolution. Besides, I tend to celebrate my personal new year on my birthday ... making wishes ... saying prayers ... resoluting on my own time.
So today I will simply make this note to myself. A friendly reminder that words matter.
Words create ripples ... that flow on and on and on ... far beyond the horizon of the moment ... deep into the seasons to come ...
in the end only kindness and love matter.
(c) www.lifelessons-mj.blogspot.com
February 2019