Every Precious and Fragile Thing

by Barbara Davis

We can only bury our pain so long before it finds its way out. And in my experience, the longer we wait, the messier it gets.”

All that matters is that the songwriter has something to say and knows how to say it in a way that will make people listen. That’s what real music does. It gets people to listen long enough for you to say what you have to say.

We’re reminded to spend the time we have left on what’s truly meaningful, to lay down the things we can’t control—things we finally realize we’ve never controlled—and live in the moment. We start looking back instead of always ahead, and feel a profound sense of gratitude for all we’ve been given. The acceptance has to come first. Then comes the grace. And sometimes, even joy.”

“Mothers are complicated. You grow up thinking you know who they are. And then something happens and you realize they have all these layers, pieces of themselves you didn’t know were there—because they’ve been carrying around stuff you knew nothing about. But maybe it goes the other way too. Maybe mothers don’t always see their children as they really are.

she’d finally come to understand why each soul was sent out into the world. It was to love—and to leave the mark of that love on the world when the time came to leave it. This, at long last, she had done.