I think music might help get the dishes done.
There is a dull crying. Overly tired Iris tries to sleep.
I pick a happy song.
Instead of feeling motivation I slump in his chair.
There is the crying, the dishes, the chores for this day.
And I am tired.
We turn a corner.
I put on the whole soothing album.
I put on the hot water.
The crying has subsided.
Evee is quietly coloring and I will do the dishes.
The tasks will most likely be accomplished.
Thankful for the quiet peace of this moment...if only for a moment.
I sit to type up this post.
I read the latest post from my sweet brother.
My brother and his wife who lost their baby just over a month ago.
Words fail me to leave a comment.
The pain, grief, sorry, anger is not known to me.
I remember that life is a gift. That gift has been stolen too soon, too early for them.
And life hurts.
I'm sorry...the only words that always come to mind.
And somehow I see perspective in the hurting of others, with others.
Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart. (unknown author)