When just a few words can help


So much that is helpful is being written in these days of unbelievable change. Beautiful words of comfort and encouragement. Words that help us make sense of the senseless. What is left to say that can make any difference at all? On the other hand, what needs to be said over and over anyway?

I’m not known for brevity – either on this blog or by my friends. (How can I possibly be an introvert, you say?) But I thought I might give it a try!

How to spend this time when we are learning a whole new way of life: social distancing? Well, for now – in my self-quarantine – I’m doing more calligraphy and playing around with Washi tape. Just fooling around. Playing. Experimenting. Using stuff that’s been lying around for a while. Odds and ends. Getting a kick out of what’s showing up. Loving that stuff still shows up at nearly 79!

My dear friends, as monumentally difficult as this time in history is, it is a great time to be letting our hidden creative out for a while. Whatever that means for each of us. No excuses. Just give whatever strikes your fancy a try. Especially if you are finding you have extra time on your hands. Creativity heals. It tempers the raucous pandemonium in our minds. It reminds us that there are still possibilities.

So these words of mine, in violet ink, are one small effort to stand up against the forces that threaten our well-being every day for now.  My calligraphy on rough watercolor paper is not perfect, but it’s the thought that counts, right? It’s a little thought for the day that you might carry along with you this week. I think it could last that long if you do keep watch. I’d love to hear where your smiles come from these days!

Or to whose life they just may make a difference.

See the smile.

Be the smile.

Watch the day change, if only for a little while for now.

It. Is. Grace.