This morning I stepped outside on the grass and showed my daughter the dew of the day before she hopped online to take a test she was dreading.
Are losses blimps on the screen of our lives headed by the infamous “this too shall pass,” header whose sting fades over time? Perhaps. Are they markers bigger than blimps and more like hot air balloons that ultimately inflate us with strength, depth, compassion, perspective and growth? Likely.