
The face of a robust little Mexican man
His eyes met mine, saw my tears, and asked with a calm, soothing voice if I was okay
It’s her, her unconditionality, her undying love for you, her voice...
If you choose not to see, or refuse to see, the incredible magic that your life and this world still offer you – even in times of chaos – you’re a fear thinker.
It’s a weird place to be, a place that I’m not familiar with… it’s the unknown again, and I’m feeling unsteady.
You’ve sat at the gates of hell, planned your purposeful exit, and you reek of the piles of dog sh!t you’ve already stepped in, so you’re basically primed and ready
*My spirit was unsettled* and that’s when I knew. I stayed, too - not just with him or with that job or with that friendship, but also in that church, in that homeless shelter, and in those isolated, dysfunctional environments, mental and physical. I get it, it’s hard.
They didn't live with dark clouds that suffocated them because if they did, we would resonate
His eyes met mine, saw my tears, and asked with a calm, soothing voice if I was okay
Your heart grieves for the youth of their simple understanding yet rejoices in the honor of being their guide.