Whispers

Some days I slip into a deep sadness. Today feels like one of those days. I become quiet, I move slowly through the house. I feel sad for no reason in particular, a general blanket of sadness softly covers my heart.

Perhaps it's all the brokenness in the world that hits one every so often, perhaps it's been a slow mounting of small shards of sadness during the past months that have now become heavy enough to feel.

Sadness whispers. It invites me to think, contemplate, and forgive. Sadness should be heard, voiced, and honored. If we do it brings with it depth and healing, if we don't sadness turns into anger, anger to violence, mostly against ourselves.

Perhaps sit with me for a while today and feel.

pierre