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If I show my heart right now, will he run? If I tell him that I may have fallen for him from the first time I saw him through pictures and words and the unspoken kindnesses I see in his smile… would it frighten him? What if I tell him that I understand the horrors he has seen, the joys in small moments, that I am excited, yet scared and shy as a doe coming out of the brush?
My mornings have been richer this week because of him. I don’t let a lot of people truly close to me. Old fears. People can be so cruel. Like the snow melting, droplets forming trickles, pouring away from my frozen heart for a Spring to push up grasses and flowers and life after so long of being barren white. I am so vulnerable and yet I yearn.
But when you let someone in, they know your soft spots…how deep your river flows…where the muddy spots are that push into brambles and thickets of dark brush. They know the hidden caves of treasure and the monsters you hide. But I want to let him in.
A call. A glance. To share a word face to face and listen to the luxury of a human voice spinning a tale of their world…their truths, and deep fears, and shining glories. The touch of another’s hand.
I have stood on this hillside, tying poems to tumbleweeds and setting them free to the wind. Taking the chance that maybe they will be read before the sun and rain fade them and the winds shred them away. Hoping that these fragile notes will crumble in the wrong hands. Praying that the right heart, his heart, will hear and treasure them away in his mind and in secret. Smiling that I have spoken without demonstration and in the silence of the open skies just to reach him.
A chance of one in a million worth taking. And yet I tie one more note to this ragged, old tumbleweed, raise it high in the wind and let it go.
After reading the news of this past weekend, I am in serious doubt as to the sanity of our country. Can we please all just take a step back, breathe and act like somewhat civilized human beings? Can we not be kind, thoughtful, and come to some come ground understanding instead of trying to rip each other’s throats out because of political, racial, or other issues? This behavior is not love or caring. There are other ways to plead your case and support your causes than this ugliness. It’s an excuse to be savage.
This week’s Discover Challenge at The Daily Post is to write: The Greatest _____ in the World. I know that I have not exactly responded to the prompt as expected. Truthfully, however, the moment I saw the prompt the words “The greatest reason in the world for kindness” popped into my head. Usually not one to silence that inner voice, I have decided to take this in a different direction. If you know me – you will not be surprised at all by that decision 🙂
There are moments that we all can recall from our own histories, no matter how long or small they might be, that we have known extraordinary kindness. It matters not, if we were fortunate to have loving parents, doting grandparents, a wonderfully inspiring teacher, or even just a stranger who passed us by one day and we have never been able to forget their kindness. …