the things we carry
Thalia’s pocket bulges at the seams. She picks up another treasure and tries to stuff it into a cramped corner. “I juhhhhst need to push harder!"
Calliope wraps her fingers around Tal’s wrist with the subtleness of a summer breeze.
Nia pulls diamonds to dregs from the pocket, then sorts: AGENCY — NO AGENCY. She selects ‘write 3musesmerge’ from the AGENCY pile. “We’ll start here.”
Agency is a divine gift to you.
You are free to choose what you will be and what you will do.
~Russell M. Nelson
A note from LoveLetterist:
Thalia's pocket is a metaphor for my head. This morning I stuffed in so much (including a video about 'cow saviors' in India 🙄), I thought I might explode. Calliope took us away from the computer and telephone. Nia reminded us that we are not here to fix the world. The world is here to fix us. And... Here we are... focusing on what is within our control. 🙌🏻
I see the importance of "cow saviors" in India. The are, afterall, sacred! As for pocket stuffing, as a young 'un I used to cram all sorts of stones in my pockets for my collection. Hastening the holes that quickly formed.