on my run today, just as I was hitting a low point (or a high point, since it was an uphill I didn't really want to be on), I saw graffiti* scrawled on a sidewalk.
They were words I needed right then.
Or finding a poem (via a Poetry Friday link from another woman gratitude-blogging) that spoke to me.
I don't always have the right words, especially to offer in times of grief or sorrow, or in times of joy. But I love it when I find them.
Or when they find me.
Thanks, random paint marker person.
*I actually suspect, from its location by a school, that this was sanctioned "graffiti"