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          Bright Spots

Look for the bright spots. It's all we can do when things feel dark, right? These birds hang in my classroom door, which has been closed since March. They jingle when Dave The Mailman enters. They're bright spots. The color, the jingling, the human contact, the normalcy.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I can't be open right now. I have too many people leaning on me. People in crisis. People with high health risk. People I can't abandon. People who raised me, married me, were birthed by me, even those who call me friend. And then there's that whole one kidney thing. How much risk is too much?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Bright spots are spiritual buoys, keeping me afloat. Texts from friends, glass experiments I finally have time for, beloved writing no longer delayed, my once public voice singing alone in the car, a website and blog soon to debut, if...when... I finish that last detail and find the nerve. Even the bits of coolness sitting on the shelves of the gallery I wasn't able to open when the tourists arrived bring me joy. They WILL find their way into the world.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Bright spots and hope are what I have, what I share, and what I count on. I suspect you have your own version. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Some days it's hard to find them, but I'm stubborn. I'm resilient. I have a voice that wants out and a vision that won't go away. I will grow through this, as will you.
Stay tuned.
Meanwhile, celebrate life's bright spots.

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