Good Grief 342

One of those strange long days where I seem to almost start in one time zone and finish in another and feel as though I cross continents.
And one of those where I just seem to start and finish the day crying with a fair bit more in between. Ironic really because Thought for the Day this morning was about crying ....'Tears flow when language breaks down'.
I was able to see a bit of a slug trail to where this particular little stream sprung from. It started the day before over something at work and someone had come up with the 'as a parent ..' point of view. It carried through almost unconsciously to this morning and tears were streaming as I drove to work and then it all was hair-triggered for the rest of the day.
How we can judge ourselves. As a small sea of humanity and I swept through the day in this little bit of the world, I finally emerged much later to the last vestiges of the sunset that invited light play expanding a moment way beyond itself into the spaces of imagination and wonder.