Walking
/How do you walk through the sadness,in literal steps pressing forward when the force of this heavy sadness seems to be pushing you back with each pressing step?
The pain is there and it is inconvenient and messy and it would not pack away with a simple aphorism would not be mitigated by information or proximity or even a simple prayer.
This week we walk with our pain still close still as sure as Martin's brown eyes peering out at us
We will count our victories not at finish lines but when we turn corners and greet neighbors when we practice kindness and when we receive it.
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My blood bleeds Boston, and a part of my grieving heart is dedicated to the Richards. Please consider supporting them as they heal.