“We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed
It is a beautiful spring day today.
I see shadows of the wispy, waking trees on the side of the garage. I hear the vibrant conversations of feathered friends. I feel the cool breeze on my cheek beckoning warmth.
I am grateful.
Yet, I am sad.
I am puzzled as there seems to be no promise.
I am confused, as the impression is of a lack of understanding.
Straying from normal, though sometimes unwelcome to you, might be the only position another can hold.
Why doesn’t the beauty of what is right and inevitable bring the gratitude that this day brings?
The emerging woods, winged creatures, and resilient wind do not choose their arrival. They are accepted and even adored.
Her position is required. Her reality is essential. She is here.
I love and respect her.
I am grateful for her.
Let me ask you this,
Can I give you my sorrow?
There Is A Time 
Elaine,
This is beautiful! I love the quote by Rudyard Kipling! The photos match the mood of your writing. I wish this was a kinder and more understanding place.
Yes…give your friends and family your sorrows! We are all standing with you. 💕🌷