"Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light."
~ Jean Giraudoux ~
Sadness can be a lurking kind of presence in our lives, sitting quietly and so still that we can't see it. And yet, it watches us, and waits, and waits. Nothing is patient like sadness.
And when it stands up, when it faces us and opens its arms, there is nothing to do but accept its embrace and surrender to the pouring tears.
I honor the sadness in myself and others.
