And it always seems that just when daily life seems most unbearable, stretching out before me like a prison sentence, when I seem most dead inside, reduced to mindlessness, bitter tears, or both, that what is inmost breaks forth, and I realize that what had seemed ‘dead time’ was actually a period of gestation. It is a quotidian mystery that dailiness can lead to such despair and yet also be at the core of our salvation.”
– Kathleen Norris, “The Quotidian Mysteries”

Even on our hardest days,
when their demands
and screams
send cortisol coursing
through my veins,
when I have nothing left to give,
when my wounds from the previous day
are not even dressed,
we somehow find love.
or rather,
love finds us.

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