"Each day, too, acquire something which will help you to face poverty, or death, and other ills as well. After running over a lot of different thoughts, pick out one to be digested throuroughly that day. " - Seneca
My mind is always a jumble in the morning. Unfocused, groggy with sleep still clouding my reasoning. It is in this storm of many thoughts I need to find one to cling to. One "thought for the day" to be digested as Seneca has written. But which one? He explains it's the one to help me face poverty, death and other ills. Today I think it will be the thought of loosing a child. A nightmare scenario but one that many parents must face. If nature decides to reclaim one of my children I must be ready to bear this with a measure of gratitude for time spent and courage to move forward.