This moment drifted into the forefront of my memory today:
Sometimes a thing that comes from the kindest place just doesn't land as intended. Sometimes throw-away words linger, coming back again and again to the front of mind.
Sometimes a drawing lets the confused hurt out to make room for more love.
I am always looking for ways to let the love in, to give it space to dominate the conversation. Sometimes, in order to do that, I have to let the hurt out. Acknowledging the reality that there are dark moments gives the bright and shining ones a foil.
Life is about balance. Without sorrow joy is diminished. Without muddy confusion, clarity is undervalued. And it all comes down to love.