Today was one of those days when you have a bunch to do but find yourself slowing just enough to be. And in being and interacting with people who have known you for what feels like your whole life you find yourself being and then being known. Your chest loosens and your guard is down and you are safe. Friends have a way of bringing you into themselves as they share and as they listen. When they listen with no proscribed path of resolve you feel even more heard oddly. It is the with factor. They are able to be and their centeredness centers and grounds you. Sounds mystical right? I think it is mostly just love and in that love commitment to a story that is hopeful and finds its resolve in shared moments. Like when a band has sang and played their way through a song and then they all land the thing on the same note. It is the same note that started it all but that same harmony moves toward a resolve that remembers a beginning but welcomes a definitive exhale.
