"We are contained within our mental boundaries...Many people live bound by the world outside them because they know not of an inside world. In order to bring a sense of stability into their lives, people cling to the outside world to control how they feel. They try to give themselves a sense of love and well-being, and yet it is largely beyond their control because their love is based outside them."
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.
"Welcome home. May you find healing, comfort, laughter, love, peace, joy, serenity, safety and above all else, may you find yourself in a space to renew, reclaim, and reawaken." ~ A card I received yesterday.
We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives... not looking for flaws, but for potential.