“Standing outside the room where kindness is happening” that’s a home run of a sentence. Or GOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLL!!!!! Love this one Vince. Love you too. 💜💜💜💜
Sometimes what keeps us distant is not the absence of love, but the difficulty of staying long enough for it to reach us. The passage where the longing to be seen and the fear of being seen become the same wound viewed from different sides stayed with me. There is a lot of quiet truth in that.
“Standing outside the room where kindness is happening” that’s a home run of a sentence. Or GOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLL!!!!! Love this one Vince. Love you too. 💜💜💜💜
Sometimes what keeps us distant is not the absence of love, but the difficulty of staying long enough for it to reach us. The passage where the longing to be seen and the fear of being seen become the same wound viewed from different sides stayed with me. There is a lot of quiet truth in that.
I see myself in this story. Glad I am noticing more of the mechanism.