I’ve been thinking this weekend how every person we meet has the potential to change us, to widen our world, to prompt us to let go what no longer serves.
How each friendly or shining spirit can lift us up when we’re faltering, when we’re unsure. How we can energetically add support to each other by our simple presence, our loving words, our sunny hello, our humble offerings.
How even each frowning or ignoring face has the possibility of either hurting our tender hearts more deeply–or perhaps redirecting our attention to our own inner light. We are sometimes bruised by what we perceive to be rejection, or perhaps we’re called to ponder what might be causing them pain, what causes them to shut down their own tender hearts. I’m sure we’ve all traveled both paths. The path of closing our inner doors in the face of travail, or the path of opening even though it hurts.
Sometimes I like to imagine that everyone I meet is a cell in my own body. Hello, you, oh liver cell. Hello you, oh pinky toe cell. Hello you, oh injured one. Hello you, oh happy one. Hello you, oh banished one. Hello, you I don’t like very much. Hello, you that I love. Hello you, you, and you.
I think of all my friends and feel how each one offers something so unique and true. How every single person has the potential to change me. How we’re not in this world all alone and separate. We’re always coming together into something new before shifting away into something else.
When we’re with another person there’s a potential to realize that we’re not as solid as we imagine. We’re like flowers rising from soil. Sometimes we’re seed. Sometimes we’re tender wobbly roots. Maybe we’re at the full zenith of our open flower, or maybe we’re falling gently back onto the soil, returning our essence to that which created us.
Today I thank you for all the gifts you’ve given. Thank you for being part of my world–for being part of me–for being a cell in my body. In this remembrance, perhaps I am a cell in your precious body, as well. Thank you for your dear presence, even if we’ve never spoken. Or if we were once close before life moved us in opposite directions. We never know if a friendship is meant to last five minutes or forever. But you are forever part of me.
I am so grateful that you exist. Truly.