So I’m sad.

So I feel it simmering in my chest. So I’m sad. So it hurts. It doesn’t mean that I’m not blessed.

It doesn’t mean that I’m not right where I’m meant to be – the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, life is singing out for me.

I can cry this morning – and then what? I can smile and drink a tea. I can pet my dog and love my cats and stare out in my melancholy. I can love the sadness for what it is: the knowing that I care – the knowing that this means something to me, all these passing years.

If I love what was, who can say what’s waiting there for me – if I love what was, just wait to see what’s blooming in its infancy. I have no idea, no comprehension of the limits of my heart – I have no idea, no way of knowing how much love is at its start.

So feel the sadness. Sip a tea with the melancholy & blues. Feel this sadness, but let it pass, for there’s so much love available to you.

I love you 💛

sophia