Words matter.
Shit and gifts. Not shit but at least gifts. Words matter. Yesterday, I broke a tooth really bad on the Trigeminal neuralgia side of my face at lunch, on the third dang bite. Shit. And (not at least) I was with one of
My hope.
My hope is that we do the work to keep our eyes open and our hearts soft enough to audibly gasp/squeal at all the light that lives in spite of and despite the dark.
What would it look like to meet yourself (and others) with love today?
People don't need to be fixed. They need to feel loved. You don't need to be fixed either. You need to feel loved. What would it look like to meet yourself (and others) with love today?
To hold this unknown
I wonder how differently our conversations would go if we all paused for a few seconds to consider all the things that someone may have going on that we have no knowledge of
Seen people, see people.
May we do what we can to dare to see, hear, know, love, accept, heal, and free ourselves and every person we get the chance to connect with today.
Happy Sunday
Birds sing when there is no threat. Birdsong calms our nervous system.
To learn to sit beside others
To learn to sit beside others, even the ones who you are really struggling to even like, let alone love and lead well, and seek to understand them.
Be kind.
You don't know what someone is fighting. You don't know what hurt or worry they are living with. You don't know what it takes for them to show up in the world.
come for the one
In a world that tells us that we should always be thinking about scaling and growing and reaching more and that we only matter when the likes, follows, and shares are viral, living by coming for the one, isn't always
