Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on simple.
Go.
Holiday hands.
Gathering on a Friday night to snuggle in.
A warm drink in my hand.
Snow falling.
The sound of rain.
A happy to see us puppy.
Your smile.
When you laugh.
Our traditions.
Our love of movies and shows.
Our love of family.
Our love.
There are so many simple ways to find a little joy. There are so many simple ways to show up for someone and make them feel so special, so seen, so taken care of, and loved.
Our nighttime snuggles.
Our Thursday morning dates.
Our walks and talks.
My quiet puppy runs.
My quiet mornings.
The way you eat.
The way you are.
Your heart.
Your care.
Your love of others.
When I see the joy in you.
There are so many simple ways to find a little joy. There are so many simple ways to show up for someone and make them feel so special, so seen, so taken care of, and loved.
Although there is so much work involved in being a parent.
So many intentional thoughts and movements.
The best times are the simple ones.
The ones where you remind your kids that love can be light.
Love can be shown in very small, simple gestures.
Love can be little moments of kindness and care.
So, littles, let me remind you of something...
this life/world/community it is challenging as hell.
It is complicated and at times so so heavy.
Sometimes it is so heavy you cannot get up and that is when you rest.
We bare responsibilities and at times actual burdens.
But, this life/world/community...it is also gorgeous in how simple it can be.
And the truth is, sometimes we are the ones making it too heavy.
So remember, when things get to be too much, get back to simple.
Go back to the basics of simple, pure love and find your joy.
There are so many simple ways to find a little joy. There are so many simple ways to show up for someone and make them feel so special, so seen, so taken care of, and loved.
This is lovely, and fills me with a longing that cannot now be attended, for cancer is here.
Still, one lives.
The Starbucks trips are in the past,
the fireside chats, they are no more.
Nothing good is built to last,
and here, now, there is just the war.
The pain and blood and bleak despair,
the tumours cutting into bone,
but I can't say this is unfair,
and I embrace it as my own
furnace in which I'm being tested,
refiner's fire of the soul,
and by this I will not be bested;
losing all, I am made whole,
for I know there is too much cost
in mourning that which has been lost.
It can indeed be so simple to find joy. Thanks for the reminder. FMF22