I am in Vancouver, consumed by Love. Breathing in joy and laughter.
In the presence of my grandchildren, there is no space for uncertainty or fear. There is only Love.
Yes. The world feels off-balance. Battered by a multitude of woes that sometimes feel like they can steal my breath away. There are so many over which I have little or no sway. So many things to give my attention to.
And all of it fades as I listen to the sweet voices of my grandchildren. See their loving faces and hear their laughter.
All of it matters yet in their presence, future concerns wane within the glow of their presence. Nothing can dim, Love.
I am breathing. Love in. Love out. Love in. Love out.
I am breathing.
Worldly concerns will still be there when I get home and so, like Scarlett O’Hara viewing the devastation of Tara, I tell myself, “I’ll think about that tomorrow.”
The world matters. Their futures matter. What I do right now matters most.
I fall, breathlessly, into Love.