Today I again made no steps of my own, but I did observe many journeys of others.
The in-sync, out-of-sync rhythm of two young girls trying to figure out one of the biggest mysteries in life… how to get along.
The trudge of a down-trodden friend desperately searching for anything good in the universe and anything worthy in herself.
The march of a determined husband going to war with birdhouses (that he eventually won and did so brilliantly).
The tiptoe of the broken-hearted as she walked on eggshells with an ex-lover that is gone but not forgotten.
The dance of a lovely jazz singer with sparkles on her dress and a shine to her eyes as she bathed us in the sounds lovely Christmas carols.
I did a lot more sitting today than walking, but I sat with the journey and bore witness to others’ resilience. I was reminded today that the strong are beautiful in their weaknesses.
I was reminded today that we all have the choice to overcome or be overcome…
