Gemotions

The late afternoon sun slanted through the stained-glass window of the cathedral, painting the interior in a kaleidoscope of colors. Eleanor knelt in prayer, the familiar words a source of comfort and strength. She felt grounded in her faith.

Her life was centered around her community. She found joy in helping others. The cathedral was her home away from home. She found peace in the everyday.

A letter arrived from a woman who had wrongly accused her of something horrible many years ago. It had been a painful time, but now, reading the letter, Eleanor felt no trace of the hurt she’d once experienced. It was just gone. She felt serene. She decided to go get a cup of tea.