The Evening

I’ve just rolled into bed, after a day that tore my heart open.

I read an article in the news (which I normally don’t, for this very reason) and its content was so shocking I wouldn’t dare repeat it here.

Thankfully, my husband was able to ground me when I called to speak myself out of the dark place this article took me to, but for a moment I was frightened I’d be stuck there. In the place fear takes you to feast on your innocence.

This world can be so frightening, there is truly no other way of putting it. No hiding it. No sugar coating it or finding a silver lining for some things.

There is, however, always an opposite. A purity of life, a beauty within the world that balances its horrible darkness.

Can that be enough? Can this pure beauty soothe the terrible aches of a reality we so often turn our back to because of its raw sting?

I can only hope so.

And I can also promise myself I’ll start writing more, to soothe my startled soul.