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I keep getting the same message, in short: I need to use my voice and tell my story.
The question I pose isn’t why, but how? Where do you start? Who do you start with?
I’m looking for guidance, friends. Read. Think; and also PLEASE discuss this with me.
Much of what is discarded still holds value.
What are you taking for granted?
I’m going to tune in on absolute necessity and a tight circle until the end of the year.
I need this. ✌🏼
I dreamt of you last night. I wanted to reach out and remind you that I care, I’m rooting for you and hope this finds you and yours well. I know you already know that. I don’t know if you know that I miss you and the boys presence in my life immensely, our long conversations on cold nights until we fell asleep, your hand between the leather of my boot and cotton of my jeans as we just ride your bike down an open road, on a sunny, summer day, the feeling and freedom like flying.
I’ll never understand how or why you arrived at the decision to erect these boundaries between us, but I respect them. I’m leaving with the best moments tucked away safely in my memories and no regrets.
Peace and Prosper, Captain.
Have you had one of those conversations you never saw coming from someone you’ve known, but suddenly find out is willing to introduce themselves to you on another level? A conversation that tears down walls and opens up doors?
I had that conversation tonight.
It was if I was looking through a key hole and suddenly everything aligned, illuminated and gave me a desperately needed glimmer of hope.
Good people exist.
They’re tired and skittish, but what a brutiful sight when a spark sets off a blaze of bravery to share their souls once more.