An encouraging word carries you. A moment of rest sustains you. A peaceful mind grounds you.

By comparison it seemed bad. But with no comparison, it seemed good, great even. Away with comparison.

The grief snuck in. It whispered. It swirled. And prodded a response. At last, one was given. And at that point, time took on weight.

A chord of one. A chord of two. A chord of three.

There was great discussion. There were multiple perspectives. There was disagreement. There was growth.