Time is like a handful of water slipping through your fingers. One moment your hand is full, and the next, it’s gone. Fleeting though it is, its touch is familiar, and curiosity gets the better of you. You watch it for awhile, eluding you. Feel it, cool, trickling over your skin. Listen to the tinkling of it dripping into the sink, the pond, the ocean. Only reluctantly do you turn away and return to the task of living.
a handful of water
Beautiful Jenna. This post and your reflections. Come exactly as you are. There will always be a safe place for you in my heart.. and on my blog. We’ve missed you. 🌺
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Dr. Dinardo I have missed you! I’m so happy to see you are still blogging about positive psychology. I’ve been writing but not sure what to do with it, but coming back to blogging with renewed conviction. Thanks as ever for your encouragement and I hope you have a wonderful day!
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