the wells of kindness…

August 26, 2010

The sun comes through my window every morning, sometimes the sky all deep shades of pink and others a hazy gray depending on the day. I lie awake so much earlier than intended but happy to have a quiet moment that selfishly feels all mine with her beauty, watching the light creep down the wall. Lately, it seems almost every morning my heart has been milling, sorting, thinking about the wells of kindness. The new and deeper wells that have crossed my path as a dear friend recently reminded me.

The kind I was afraid might not be there at all and ended up being deeper than I ever imagined

The kind I am looking down into even in my own self doubt.

The kind that are messy yet so very full.

It is the dark side of kindness, all of my journey has been asking me to hold it, turn it over in my hands over and over again, to find a way to stand and believe in it, to know it deep in my bones.

…and I do, gratefully, I do.