Today, in the grocery store, we paused together in aisle eleven.
Ten minutes of presence.
It struck me again, as if it surprises me every time. How life offers itself in passing moments.
We walk through our days, and suddenly, we cross paths with one another.
We speak of where we’ve been, what has happened, where our hearts still long to go, and what it might mean to arrive.
Even if we get there, though, will we ever stop striving? For each season there is a reason.
Each of us carries a weight, yet each of us also carries a light.
There is rest within reach. There is laughter to break the heaviness. There is fruit ready to be shared.
When we part, I feel the truth of it. The dark nights shape us as surely as the bright days.
These small exchanges, these touches of soul against soul, are what make the journey bearable, and beautiful.