I just eavesdropped on a man reading a letter to his friend on a tiny little plane, where the act of listening in can hardly be seen as inappropriate. We are seat belted co-captives for the next two hours and ten minutes. I can’t see him, but his voice carries.
I was learning to summon worth any time I’ve ever had to name myself instead of waiting for a title. Just like my mother. This week I was softly reminded of when my lessons began.
Taking out the taped up wooden box where my silver sleeps and opening it up last week made me woozy. It was too beautiful. Thanksgiving gave me the chance to put it to work, feeding people once more, but not before it took my breath away.
This month full of questions should have come with a warning label, don’t you think? ⚠️ Working with all of these catalytic friendship prompts is a lot like being handed a can of Coke and not knowing whether or not it’s been shaken. It’s a bit of a risk. But you were undaunted. You made it… Continue reading Final thoughts and one more question
Everyone cries at weddings, births, head trauma, and the Gilmore Girls reunion trailer. Universal cry-fests. 😂 It’s more odd NOT to cry at a hard goodbye or a high school graduation. But what of the tears that pop out unexpectedly when we are minding our own business? Emotions that seem to move on us in stealth mode?
What’s going on there? Often its something that is yet unacknowledged, that matters more than we thought. An emotional reaction demanding a seat at the table.
HONEST has been an important word for me this year. Do you have words like that? Words that pop up inside you and echo outside you until you feel like God has tipped up your chin and told you to listen?
When this happens to me, I notice that I’m onto something. I may need to walk around in honest for a while until I understand why, but here’s what I’ve got so far. The person I am most likely to be dishonest with is me.