Just small.. there must be meaning in the small.
There is no great call to answer, no service beyond the intimate.
The small.
The individual.
The unadorned.
Weigh dreams and flights of fancy, fantasy and ego stroking…
No.
You can be meaningful,you can be peaceful, in the small.
If success ruins nearly every professional?
Never be professional.
Skip it altogether.
Let your special light be the sanctuary,let it cast aside the shadows and let it never be extinguished.
Hold it in your hand, and you’ll be alright…
Had a real moment with a Christian today, someone who has always been good to me , and treated me with kindness and understanding.
A real one.
Not a fakey.
And his sister died and he was telling me about her final hours, telling me how he went and brought his brother, and in a quiet room they told her.
“you can go. We will be Ok here”
As if giving permission.
As if letting the dying know that it’s alright to die .
And his telling was beautiful, and his swelling tears were real, and it was masculine and there was not a drop of fake.
And he didn’t bring his beliefs into it, because he knows my backstory.
Lotta heart in that one.
Small, modest man .. simple life.. but real.
And kind.
And if God is real,then I can see his Love in him.
Good man, rare bird…
A good guy, sharing a brief story with meaning..
Like the universe wanted me to hear it, to bear witness.
I listen.
I heard what you said to me.
You described giving your sister permission to let go .
And it shook you to the core…
As it should.
A holy moment.
Something you can’t laugh about, when it happens to you.
Something very real.
Nothing weighs what death weighs.
Nothing has gravity like that .
Heavy 🪨
dawn 