This year has taken so much. I’m tired in a way I’ve never been tired. More than exhaustion. More than burnout. Existential, perhaps. I don’t know. I just know it has been a year of very few highs, many excruciating lows. Even more losses. Fear, uncertainty, grief. A year we will all remember, but for reasons we wish we could forget.
It’s been difficult to find joy, and today was no exception. But as I soak up the late afternoon sunshine, the sea breeze rustles the leaves and the birds call their melodies to one another and the sound of my children’s laughter rises from somewhere below me and for a fleeting moment I grasp hold of something inside me.
Maybe not quite joy, yet.
A knowing that there is strength to rise above circumstance.
A knowing that joy may falter but still exists within us.
A knowing that in the stillness we can find our way back to peace.
A knowing that all will be well.
A knowing that love wins. Always.
For those struggling this year know you are not alone. You are seen and loved.
May hope find its way into your heart today.
Merry Christmas x