Love Thursday: What I’m Hoping
from the new TRUST notes, the little lovebombs, the lift tickets, the something something cards, still thinking here. available here in my etsy shop.
It always seems to happen this way.
I take some kind of risk to put myself out there in some way, to state some very true thing I feel in my heart and offer it up to the world. Then I come home and feel totally and completely depleted, wiped out, with no words left and sometimes a little less ummph to carry me to the next part of my journey.
Going to LA was total magic in terms of being with my friends, my dearest soulsisters. So many crazy, insane, amazing things happened there–doors opened, plans hatched, seeds planted. Still, I’m aware this morning that it cost me something to be so honest in my talk, that something about saying all those things out loud cracked me open just a little bit further, and I’m not sure exactly why. The points were simple…
That it’s not rich people giving to poor people, or nice people giving to sad people, but *real* people with limitations and worries and problems giving (and receiving!) from *real* people with limitations and worries and problems.
That the very things my family taught me were important–like creating a communal meal and being present with strangers and having love and joy in your heart while you do it–are the very things that mattered halfway around the globe when I went to Rwanda. And that the tent and the cow and the hope notes and the books were great, but that just being in the same space, being together as friends, was the real gift, transforming us all.
That it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor, busy or bored, worried or blissed out, that everyone of us can give, that everyone one of us makes the world a better place when we give (and receive) with all the tenderness and compassion in our broken, hopeful hearts.
There are few things I believe as deeply as these things–they are simple things–but for some reason I can’t quite name yet, it felt big to say them out loud, in Los Angeles, with three flat screen TVs of my Rwanda photos behind me. I felt vulnerable in a new way, and a little exposed, and in need of kindness myself and so much unconditional love.
I don’t know why I’m a little sad this morning, but I am. I’ve been telling my soulsisters over and over again, that I hope at the end of this journey of reclaiming myself, there is something tender and generous and gentle and intuitive and deep and unspoken and spoken and kind for me. I hope at the end of all this, I hope there is love.
feel free to respond on your own blog today, as comments are closed. what are you hoping for today at the end of this leg of your journey? what is that thing your heart knows that you can be honest about now? let it all out, sisters. i believe in you.
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