Life is not comfortable.
But it is possible, still, to find comfort.
A tissue. A soft blanket. A stroked cheek.
And it is possible, still, to offer comfort.
To squeeze the hand. To smile. To make the soup.
And there, in the giving and the receiving of comfort, we are able to more easily receive the moment.
We are able to respond to what Life is offering us.
We are able to remember we are okay.
🐈 Where do you find comfort?