There are moments when your heart cracks wide open … when you’re humbled by the tender beauty another offers from theirs, without attachment.
There are moments when you taste hope peeking between the crevice of old wounds, a seed of restoration, a bright light holding tender aches you’ve long carried.
Tonight, I bow my head to the grace that fills others as they kneel before their truth, surrendering to what is real, unafraid to swim in the Unknown.
What a beautiful offering we give one another — to ourselves, to even the world — when our lips tremble, yet still speak.
What a gift it is to say:
I was wrong.
Please forgive me.
There is gentleness, a soft kiss of Love, within the center of humility, illuminating a strength that penetrates any guarded heart.
And for this, tonight, I give thanks.