Dear Sadness

I’m not exactly sure why you are with me today. Cloudy skies? State of the world and what I am reading and hearing with much more consistency than I might want. Not feeling certain myself that I can hold well the thoughts and feelings of those I care about? Possibly I am hoping that they will hold mine and it hasn’t been offered. Is it the changes happening in my body as I age that I’m not so sure I understand? I’m grateful to you sadness, and I will sit with you as long as you are here.