I'm thinking of my little family today. We've been through so very much through the years. Changes. Pain and loss. Joys. Endings. Beginnings. Carrying on. Endings again. New life. Some seem to hide. Kind of battered. Hobbling. Struggling. It hurts sometimes to watch. It hurts to look away. It hurts to stay. It hurts to go. My prayers are for each one. And for myself.
I don't like change, but I accept it. Mostly. Maybe? Maybe not. Some days I do. Some days I don't.
I find the need to limit what I allow my mind to take in. In this day of perpetual opinions and preaching and thirst for outrage in so much of social media... I find it more than I have the capacity to do anything constructive with except lose my bearings, lose my contentment, lose my peace and lose my joy and perspective. I've had to shut a lot of it down. Turn away. And move in a different direction.
I long for simplicity in a complex world. All I can try to manage is my own sphere. My own place and home. And that is where I find joy and contentment. I always have....