Sitting at the kitchen table, on a warm summer night, working on a project, the ballgame on in the background, scratching my head, scraping something from my scalp, dried soap or dead skin, it’s a tick. My dear brother tick, you have quietly and masterfully intervened in my life. You have broken into my world of narrow perspectives and complacent routines. Your heroic journey from the blade of grass, to my shoe, up my pant-leg, across the entire length of my sweatshirt, onto my hair, and under my ball cap has awakened me to the radical interconnectedness of all that exists. My throbbing neck, my sneezing and my fever throughout this whole month have been welcomed reminders of the creatureliness that you and I share, and that the gift of being-in-the-world-together is enough. And so, the next time I am tempted to think that I need to be something special, I can pull you out of my pocket, hold you in the palm of my open hand, and thank you for befriending me. Ave Crux, Spes Unica.
Wow !!!
that really struck me!
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Thank You for befriending me !!!!!!!”
You got it!