I’ve been known to wax philosophical although, as a rule, rarely before breakfast. But the other morning as I was spreading jam and lemon curd onto toast in proportions equal to just the right amount of sweet and sour, I realized my most important meal of the day was a metaphor for life.
Life’s hard and heavy are inevitable. Even when we bring it on ourselves, sorrow arrives an unbidden guest. But happy can be invited. Joy and gratitude cultivated and maintained.
Darkness still may knock, but let light ring the bell.