It is hard to think about anything else. The "stuff" of life seems unimportant, and yet without it I think we'd curl up like dried leaves and blow away from the pain and anguish of these difficult days. Finding strength and structure in the inconsequential little things. Balancing extraordinary grief against the ordinary. Laundry, dishes, floors. Because they are there. But my mind and heart aren't.
What will you make today?