Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography
Let’s try to remember one of the first lessons we all learned. The sense that even though we can’t see it, it’s not gone.
The unseen exists.
We all carry things, invisible but present. Scars, hidden out of sight; wounds, unhealed. We all shed tears, under our smiles.
Of course, we do. We’re good at masks, at covering up the unseen but present.
Let’s remember and be gentle with one another.