Grief is the great humbler. A death loss of someone we love is the great humbler. We underestimate the power of grief. Love is that connection to aliveness. Love takes the form of connections to little pets, cats and dogs.
Love takes the form of the little grand child bouncing on the knee of the grieving widow. . . .
Listening to a beautiful strain of Brahms, . . . Listening to a beautiful and true poem. The English philosopher John Stuart Mill once said he was lifted out of a nervous breakdown reading a poem by Wordsworth. Hope, the writer F. Scott Fitzgerald once wrote, is that special thing that doesn't need any external reason or stimuli. Discouragement is born from within with no good reason.