Today was one of those “DARK” days – deep in grief, shrouded in devastating loneliness and sorrow. I miss my son so much. When the dark days come, and they always do, I find myself teetering between sobbing and raging. Crying for my baby, and angry at the whole world for continuing to exist.
The dogs starting barking and wagging. Someone was at the door. Someone they knew. When I opened the door, the light came into my world. There stood my Spirit Sister, big smile and sunshine over her shoulder – she had a arm load of rocks for me!
A short visit – but enough to beat back the dark day and let in the light.
I think I will go paint rocks.