I don’t have much to say. These months have felt dark. Thankfully, life has taught me that light is most easily found in the dark.
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.”
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.”
“What makes night within us may leave stars.”
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Keep searching for light,