I find when the days are cold and the skies are dark, old nuggets of wisdom make their way into my mind, wisdom shared by people who weren’t trying to be wise, only speaking from their heart and it resonated with mine, in that moment.
One instance, sitting with a group of people, a young man shared his story of rejection by his father, wishing he could “do right” to earn him back. When I do this, when I finish this, when I have faith. A pretty woman in her late thirties with dark hair and tattoos puts her arm over him, and in the most compassionate tone, said you are good enough right now.
A sister friend. Tribe.
Her words reminded me why I wanted to be in this human field, of loving people, of listening.
Another memory resurfaces of a time when a good friend hears a friend call another person an unkind name, and she says, very simply, Don’t say that, that’s now how you treat people.
She did not intend to make an impression, but she did. People were listening. I was.
And through the weaving of simple moments of kindness like these, I begin to knit together my own tribe, people after my own heart, so to speak.
These are people who speak the truth in love.
They are bold.
They are people who make my heart ache in thanksgiving for their gentleness and grace.
I am thankful for these memories to take hold of in the moments they are required.
Such as today.
And that is why I find the blogosphere so valuable. Living in the country, finding “tribe members”, it is like coming upon a rare ruby among snow; you know her when you see her.
So to all my ruby friends (you), have a wonderful, beautiful, blessed weekend. Enjoy the moments.
We will be traveling to a place with snow. I hope. My Mother said it is melting.