Creativity flows from people all around me, scattered through days. It binds the narratives of the years of our stories together.
It’s curious how people draw together in times of crisis. One brings soup, another bowties for a dance, someone drops puzzles by… There are bills paid and groceries bought, floors mopped and laundry folded.
And folded into the clothes is love. I’ve had several people say lately, “I hope you know how much you’re loved.” It’s interesting that it’s hard to let that much goodness in.
Maybe that’s not my job.
And so, the love flows over and through, filling in the cracks. And I’m asked for nothing more than to stay in the moment. To let the goodness in requires a different kind of courage.
Provision for today, courage for today. And all the cracks and crevices between filled in with love.