The Smallest of Gifts

After every catastrophic experience, something comes when the shock and the numbness wear off.

It’s a moment in time that is slowed just for you— to notice the small things that are holding you up in the middle of a tragedy.

It’s often overlooked but it’s a gift of significant proportions.

When you stop fighting and are even too tired to be numb; you become still.

Your mind calms, your body calms, and you pick up on the smallest nuances in that stillness.

The sound of a clock, a dog barking down the road, your own breath as it enters your nose and exits your mouth.

It seems like a miniscule moment after all that happened. But it’s the beginning of something significant:

Healing.