someone recently said to me that she believed in my conviction, in my own belief in the words i spoke to her, because she knows that i always speak directly from my heart.
this person remembered things i had talked about and written about almost a decade ago, which isn't a long time in the big picture of things, i realize this, but it surprised me and i felt honored not only to be her friend, but also to discover that part of me lived inside another person in this way.
also recently i was thinking about how when somebody leaves our side, regardless of reason or circumstance, it is helpful to be able to have something of theirs that is tangible ... whether we hold an item that belongs to them, or have a tattoo as a way of keeping and carrying their permanent presence, or sometimes words that they have written that speak from their heart and live in ours (sometimes both!)
i know that many of us have been in situations where we find ourselves going back and reading things that someone we love once wrote to us. it is not always possible to define the peace or love that this can bring to us, often during moments when we need it most, in order just to find our very next breath.
i also then started thinking about my children, and when they will be grown and away from me. and i wanted them to have pieces of me any time they want. pieces of my heart. pieces of my spirit. words that they know come from the very center of who i am. i decided to start writing something every day, (this is my plan) and consolidate everything in one place. whatever is on my mind. random thoughts. random feelings. i have set no rules ... i am not a rules person and i don't like being told what to do ... apparently not even by myself! just something i can give to my boys one day. maybe they won't want this or need this, and that's okay too. still i want to offer it because, well, we just never know what life is going to throw our way,
and i know what it's like to feel alone
and need a piece of a person,
when i can't have the whole person,
in person ...