OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING
Wednesday, August 11, 2021
Fragment – a word we all understand, right?
If we drop a dish, we sweep up fragments.
Combing through memories, we get life fragments – to neither be swept aside nor wept away.
Pieces determine what kind of puzzle we’ve become, our wounds and cracks to be examined to understand.
Some mornings, a new chapter; others, simply fragments of our existence to be saved or discarded. Some mornings, however, made memorable beyond description – not because they happened one morning, nor that they happened that day, but because they happened at all.
Pauses to recognize the importance of any particular moment are lost on us when we are young. Probably lost on us now, too – not because we are old, but because we are blinded by the moment with no idea where that fragment will ultimately come to rest.
Reader feedback:
I’ve found Robert Frost’s words to be a lighthouse: Robert Frost’s Three Words to Guide Us Through Crisis: Life goes on. It always has. It always will. Don’t forget that. – GB, Waukesha, WI