It’s really quite easy to hang on.  To compare and judge. To hold grudges against yourself and others.  Dropping hurt things from your heart is incredibly difficult, yet feels so very good.  I feel quite similarly about hanging onto people, moments. I can’t quite figure out which is easier to let go of: the good or the bad.

I had a friend bring me cinnamon rolls and cookie dough to a cottage near the water.  A view that made the beach disappear and brought the smell of a lake up to your nose. It’s insanely difficult for me to believe that these pieces of love don’t make the world extend.  As though something sweet offered, allows bigger hearts to multiply, to endure.

I’ve learned over time that it’s small moments of goodness that always defeat bigger moments of badness. And it’s those little moments, blips in time that make your heart feel like a candle, that bring the dark and the gross to its knees.

Like rain and snow, time moves, people grow, lives change, and hearts mold. But kindness is always kindness.