A cold and windy January day. I've spent the morning with a cup of tea catching up with some of my favorite blog writers and artists. I am struck by how easy it is to get pulled off balance sometimes. How others lives, writing, art, can seem so much more vibrant and worthwhile than my own.
I lunched yesterday with a friend of 40 years. A grade school and high school companion. We shared stories of our families, our lives. We laughed and even shed a tear or two. We are ordinary women, wives and mothers. Sisters and daughters. Doing our best to live our lives with love and compassion and integrity. Each with our unique versions of creativity. And that is enough. There is no need for comparison.
We are all on our own soul journey. Each one is as different as a midwestern snowflake in the dead of winter. Each one just as important and vibrant and worthwhile as the next. Each one an intimate and necessary thread in the tapestry of the lives we have been blessed to travel with.
And that is enough.