This week and last has been a round of worries. Too many nights waking from a sound sleep; too many mornings waking up with that faint anxious feeling you get when you know that worry slept in the bed beside you.
When I look at this photo I think to myself, “Avoid the water, the water is despair. As long as you stay on the lilypads, you’ll be okay.” But then I look again, really look, and think “The water is fine. It’s the lilypads that are the worries.”
Look closely. Can you see your worry?
