My children hold hands as we board our Southwest flight. They wanted to be sure people knew they were a package so they could sit together. #bgroupproblems#swairlines#flysouthwest https://t.co/m54fSKSAYD
Max wanted to start to learn to bake. We made scones for my Valentine’s Day Brunch at work tomorrow. I think his turned out better than mine. #mothersonbond https://t.co/Q6et53ulbh
@ZGSmith I’ve been told this myself and had others ask why when most of my students don’t even look at it. My view is if it matters to just one, it matters enough, so I keep commenting.
This is the best definition of grief I have encountered. I know the holidays are hard when we’ve lost those closest to us, but if we approach this season with this in mind, I think it somehow brings peace.
Many people see grief as pain. They avoid it, suppress it, or race to process it so they can expel it from their lives.
Here’s a beautiful alternative: grief is unexpressed love.
Holding onto it is a way of staying close to the people we’ve lost.
The events that make your blood boil reveal what matters most to you.
Anger rises when your core values are in jeopardy. With reflection, it becomes a mirror for seeing your principles more clearly.
With action, it becomes a map for making change to protect what you hold dear.