So much has transpired in our worlds since I last wrote a couple of months ago. Most of us believed we were really seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
I know I did…
Were we ever wrong; I’m digressing.
I’m reminding myself constantly how fortunate I am in so many ways. My family is healthy, happy and prospering thankfully. I am as well, for the most part. All that being said though, these aren’t easy times for so many of us for a vast array of reasons.
The focus becomes one of what we can control instead, what brings us joy and happiness.
Time out in nature.
A swim in a spring-fed pool.
A FaceTime call with family or friends.
Not the news.
Not the politics.
Not acts of God.
The labor of love is one that brings meaning to life, with laughter and knowing the depth of love mutually shared, on so many different levels.
We all have a choice.
I chose love.
It really is the only answer.
For the other path isn’t better, nor will it bring light into our lives.
The labor of love, is one worth all the effort.
On every possible level I can imagine.
Peace, love and much aloha always…Carmen