On wild days, hard things in homesteaderly life, and how we fight for focus in the tilting spin of everything. Also, why raising zucchinis is easier than poultry. 😏🤍
We go gently. Grief, whether it's labeled mourning, injustice, overwhelm, PMS, regret, setback, or attack, requires tenderness and caution. No sudden moves; we need to pray, abide, and recalibrate so we don't make a knee-jerk move that operates out of the spirit of stupid.
We can push through like it doesn't matter, but life works better when we give ourselves (and others) permission to go slow and take the time we need to figure out what the next right thing is. We also need to give permission for grief to happen at all, because it's so easy for us to discount it.
The original post is here:
save the day
Tuesday began earlier than normal with a shattering crash somewhere just outside our room, followed by the sound of a guilty cat jumping to the floor.
Share this post