Some days are just so introspective. Have you ever noticed that introspection does not lend itself to happy-go-lucky moods? When a friend dies, it makes me reflect on life, the fleeting nature of it and the many injustices and ironies in this world. That’s how it was for me yesterday.
It helps to run to something that comforts – but so many things offer a cold comfort that betrays me later. Only by running to something larger than myself can I be truly comforted. I find that larger thing when I run to the creative. Sitting at my table and making things connects me to my maker and I can find peace.
I’m still feeling introspective, but it is tempered with perspective.
Fall seven times, stand up eight
