Minutes echo over time.
Whatever I project comes back to me, what I give I get, and (shocking
but true) what I choose to see in others already exists in myself. Life is a boomerang of love, mercy, and kindness, or else one of lack within a dark shadow.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about two things: intention
and attention. When I intentionally observe meaningful detail in small moments,
I see deeper realities often missed by the mind’s automatic revolving door. And then I am able to give them back out, the
same in essence but different in application, to encourage someone else.
The house is quiet now, and as I walked from room to room
certain familiar objects called out to me with hope, courage, life, healing,
and inspiration. Now to give them away.
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