I was walking around a small town in Michigan when I looked down and saw a resilient, heart-shaped cluster of flowers growing from a crack in the sidewalk. Lovely. I sent a photo to a few people whom I consider especially resilient.
When was the last time you told yourself — or perhaps someone else — one of your stories of resilience? Something difficult you moved through? Something you survived? Or perhaps a story that was passed down through your family?
What if you made space for a little resilient storytelling this week, even if only for yourself?
—Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 