God With Some Skin On
Thanksgiving approaches and I check out my ratio of soft heart to armoring up.
I look back on who I was last year at this time and I don’t recognize that woman.
She used to be more gregarious and outwardly-purposeful.
I didn’t know love as intimately last year as I do now.
For this knowingness, much in my life has been traded: projects, food, muscle control and body functionality, a full life.
What initially feels like emptiness
Opens into a space populated by pure preciousness: my family who have circled the wagons round.. my beloved four-legged personal exultation of untainted spirit I am privileged to co-habitate with…. friends who keep their eye on me and their distance when I am hunkered down… healers generously spreading their salve on my beingness…helpers shopping and cleaning so I may rest in beauty…strangers opening doors and silently checking on my ok-ness…advocates stepping up and raising their voice where mine falls silent…soup-makers, screwdriver-weilders, magic money, dog walkers and internet comrades…silent prayer givers, tear wipers and inspirers all…..
Is this not a life of richness?
I think yes.