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Close to my heart
|Posted on January 13, 2013 at 6:45 PM||comments (0)|
When someone leans in close
to whisper a bit of gossip
or to complain about this or that...
They’re telling you a story.
A story of
of little things they dislike about themselves
but have yet to see.
Their whispers say...
Don't see me,
I am not enough...
In these moments my heart aches
and I’m filled with empathy and compassion.
I do not hear gossip
only cries to be loved…
|Posted on January 9, 2013 at 6:55 PM||comments (2)|
We are surrounded by "homeless" people.
Maybe you're "homeless" and you don't even know it.
When events in our lives shatter our foundation we can unconsciously feel our bodies are no longer a safe place.
This can happen in one earth shaking moment or it can be an insidiously slow barrage on our spirit.
We can end up living an "out of body" experience and not even realize it.
I've been "homeless" my whole life.
I have never been settle,
I've always been searching.
But as I put my shatter pieces back together I found that
everywhere I looked, I was already home
every friend I made was already family.
It was never the wrong place
or the wrong time
or the wrong person.
It was only that I had lost my way home...