Memories are snippets of time gone by and live only in our minds.

Times of both pure happiness and utter devastation

By reflecting on each, by accepting each, do we clearly see what formed us.

Lightning and thunder rip through our lives, shaping how we treat the world.

Survival requires an unrivaled inner strength- thus empathy is born.

Sun, moon, and stars enter our lives to show us what pure joy feels like.

Lion’s share of life is lived between extremes. Thus the fascination with mundane daily life.

When a loved one dies- where does the love go?

It’s in the small gestures of kindness we do for strangers. Holding doors, letting people in in traffic,

It’s in the way we love our families- our children, grandchildren, and friends who are like family.

It’s in the gardens we tend- the roses, tomatoes, tulips, and all the rest.

It’s in the food we cook- full of love and goodness.

It’s in the small parts of life, and I figure it fills the voids left behind by the loss of our loved ones.

Both big spaces and small, it’s in all the important parts of us. Love fills all the cracks.