You can tell the ones who
have been through a lot.
Their eyes are deep and
there’s a hint of a smile,
even when they’re not
smiling.
They’ve lived through
more than words can say.
They just listen the way a
cove listens to the waves
that fill it.
These are the ones I want
to sit with, and wait for
their stories to surface
like bits of dawn that
wake the trees.
These are the strong-soft
ones who know how to
survive without shutting
down.
They are the masters who
blush at the thought.
~Mark Nepo
I find tiny grace tears…
inquiry for today~ what happens with insight?
We are ever evolving, ever becoming, and ever unfolding.
We can hold what we think we know about ourselves with open hands.
~Cassidy Hall
