I found myself standing in my office today peering up into the sky. The rain was falling, the sky was dark gray, and my face was rippled with tears. I picked up the phone and dialed the latest number I’ve memorized–one of those suburb numbers. I was asked how I was doing. I responded quickly and with questionable assurance. The voice on the other end? Questioned me back: Are you sure? To which I said…: “…I’ve had to have some hard conversations…” I entered a tunnel of emotional vulnerability there, and the tunnel that was dark and closing in on me suddenly piqued with a ray of hope and sunshine. Thanks, g! Today was the power of kindness, and I’m grateful!
We talked about life. Had some laughs! Talked about beer! Enjoyed some twists and turns and then I was asked: “Are you ok? You better?” My response… My sentence was completed for me…”you forgot about it all…” I did, indeed!
Sometimes tunnels can become paralyzing, bringing folks down. Othertimes, tunnels can be liberating. I seem to be traveling through both at the same time! Seems to be difficult, at times, but there is joy in the forgetting and there is joy in the twists and turns.
I’m grateful for the tunnels right now, despite the not knowing. Thank you for mystery, which continually stirs my heart to no end.
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