All good things don’t necessarily end, they change like the seasons…
“All good things” is a place for anyone with OR without chronic illness, debilitating illness, disability, or the carers for us to come and get away for 5 minutes to have a read and a piece of hope. Goodness can come out of hardship, and darkness can cloak itself for only so long until it bursts into the light.
Warmly,
Jonathan
“Hope is the last thing that dies. Maybe because hope is one of those dratted things that is truly, honestly, genuinely immortal.”
-Vera Nazarian
Who Will Take Care of Us? A Teacher’s Goodbye
It’s back.
It’s October, and I sit on the first-floor landing. I am tired. I hold the rail with my left hand and push off the step with my right hand, inching up 38 stairs to my classroom. I arrive as the sun subtly pushes through the night. The darkness shields my vulnerability while the sun streaming through the stained-glass window of this Catholic school guides my way.