Despair is palpable these days. Hope is tempered by realism. My wish for you today is that you find, even if just for a few moments, something that fills you with joy.
Joy is a sort of remembering, a remembering of our birthright. I read this yesterday: “she made a sanctuary inside of her heart.” Sanctuaries are where the weary can rest, be safe, and find new ways of growing.
A friend re-shared this video from a few years ago. It helped my heart; I hope it helps yours, too.