This morning I was tying my right shoe and felt the heavy weight of depressive thoughts making it hard to get out the door to work. I was struggling. Then I switched to tie my left shoe. It was at that instant I had a little “gloment.” That’s the word that formed in my mind when a little glimmer of light eased its way inside. It was there and left a mark. Not like sunlight or even moonlight. Perhaps a twinkle like a star. Was it a flash of memory of my dad? Was it the comfort of a repetitive action like tying shoes? Was it the empty house full of 35 years of living? I don’t know, but I was grateful for that “gloment.” Maybe you’ll find that a useful word someday too.


7 thoughts on “March 9, 2018

  1. You so eloquently depict that moment of vulnerability turned bravery. I am definitely going to remember your “gloment!” Thanks for an impactful slice.

  2. go glomoments – nice little slice – like how is is all wrapped up in tying shoes
    so simple – so real – has depth

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