Remembering the Glimmers

 Even under normal circumstances, there are days when it canbe hard to create. These days, I find my comfort in my reading, and my writing and my garden.Albeit, it’s still a struggle to navigate the trenches. And I get tired easier. Still, I see glimmers. You remember what defines a glimmer: a tiny micro-moment of happiness, a sign of hope.

But now, during what some scholars have called the mostdangerous time on our planet, it seems to be hard to find even the smallest glimmer.

I’ve shared these words by the indomitable Emma Dryden, whoreminds me in the most Dumbledorish of voice, that words are an inexhaustiblesource of magic. And hope. Now more than ever, these words bring a most neededglimmering.  

Remember the glimmers.

--Bobbi Miller