Grief that seems to throw us into a state of confusion.

“But constant is what centers me!” I beg!

But I believe, constant can be found, even in grief.

It doesn’t take me long when I’m willing to recognize it’s value.

Constant.

It’s what I think we all crave.

But what does constant really mean?

Trust.

Safety

Predictability?

It’s not perfection. Who of us immortals can be that? Or attain that in this life?

No, it’s not always predictable or mundane, if you will.

Constant can be disguised as chaos, pain, loss, distrust, etc…

But maybe it’s simple trust.

Trusting in the “unpredictability” that feels unsafe.

This life, circumstances and people can be constant in a way that we may not recognize at the time.

-however, I’m starting to value the constants in my life. The simple pleasures…

The birds still sing.

Trees always grow.

People show up.

Coffee satiates.

Flowers expand.

Life develops.

Laughter fulfills.

Rain sustains crops.

Connections link.

Enlightenment obtained

Hope is renewed.

Habits confessed.

Freedom is found.

The sun will rise.

He stays constant.

He always will.

Constant is where peace is found.

He was and always will be.

Even when I’m not or life isn’t!

My Father always will be!