At times, we are not nearly grateful enough for the companionship of one another. For the company and support of one another. It isn’t held and tended to. Or appreciated. It’s abused, and insulted. Thrown away. Dismissed. Placed below even the worst interactions. And marked off.
Life can be about warmth with someone. Finding those soft edges in one another. Landing somewhere. With them. It can be about that quiet spot independent of other activity. And forgetting for a bit. It can be about sharing part of your heart in exchange for a new piece. To hold. And keep. It can be about giving yourself over in wanting someone. Needing. It can be about tenderness and unhurried intimacy. It can be about the touch that soothes two people. And eases minds and bodies. It just can.
It’s all made unnecessarily difficult. Being vulnerable does not make you a victim. Being vulnerable does not mean you will be victimized. It simply means you have a heart that wants in the worst ways. And all the best. Vulnerability is a gift you have to offer another. And them to you. And it absolutely can make you weak for someone’s spirit. It just can.
I’m going to go out on a limb today, because, although I feel I haven’t got a whole lot else to lose or sacrifice, I’m going to take the opportunity to also say how grateful I actually am for that at this point in my life. So…we’re going to put this in a positive light, instead.
One of my favorite spots in Michigan. Christmas all year round (well, at least 361 days a year), I mean, come on! And why would I fight Christmas carols in the middle of summer? I wouldn’t, that’s why. Honestly, I’m exhausted but simply thrilled to have been able to act like a kid all week. Within reason, of course 🤔