The Simple Threads of Our Heart

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She wasn’t mine.

She doesn’t know me.

But when I looked into her eyes,

I saw my reflection.

A reflection I did not recognize.

Trusting.

Honest.

Pure.

Simple.

Complete.

Connected by a smile.

Tiny hand wrapped around my finger.

She doesn’t see my imperfections.

Fears.

Failures.

Anxieties.

Loneliness.

Loss.

She reminds me,

Of the child inside.

Who didn’t know,

What I know.

Didn’t worry,

Or doubt,

Or control.

In her eyes, there was no judgment.

No measure of my title,

My worth,

My soul.

No agenda to meet.

No appearances to keep.

No wondering what she’s thinking.

A beautiful reminder,

Of who I am,

Inside.

What it means to be connected,

By the simple threads of our heart.

And the ways I can lose myself,

In the midst of trying to get somewhere else.

 

Our lives and our work pass by in a blur of activity.

In the midst of our daily struggles, challenges, pressures – moments like this can mean so much.

Savor these reminders.

These gentle epiphanies.

Let them encourage you in your journey and inspire you to remember the things that matter most.

 

 

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    1. Thank you Jon. Appreciate the kind words and happy to hear you found the message helpful.

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