Another Day

We fall in and out of the deepest understandings out in the world while getting groceries and pumping gas.

Another Day

I was in the market recently, when I closed my eyes until the cup without thought at the base of all I know began to collect the tenderness of those who've gone before us and I heard the cries of the world. I looked at everyone walking by and it was clear. It's tenderness that forces us to be kind till our only reason for being is to soften the pain hardening in others. I looked about and knew that what matters is carried in those who can't close, no matter how we try to shut ourselves down or run away. And just when I was ready to give up and turn to stone, the blind doves of acceptance fluttered in my face. It was then an old friend came upon me in the market staring at the fish. Without a word she knew, it was just another day, each of us this close to everything.

A Question to Walk With: Tell one story of a moment in public when the deeper world fell open to you.

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