The breakthroughs, when they come, aren’t often flashy or grandiose.
Less pomp and circumstance than we may have imagined.
Often, we’ll find them amongst the most ordinary day.
A small thing.
A thread.
And when we notice and hold them, meaning seeps into our pores.
We can’t escape it.
We’re suddenly flooded in the best possible way.
We feel it deep in our bones.
And we become connected to life in a way that has the possibility to change everything.
T R U S T ...
The
Root
Under
Sm(all)
Things
Without it.
We’re lost.
We're always enough...
He sees me.
Not the various roles I take on.
Not my profession.
Nor my title.
He senses me.
And the energy I carry.
Freedom to be.
Nothing to do.
We’re always enough.
Lightbulb...
A lightbulb moment without fanfare.
A feeling with an endless shelf life...
Last night.
We sat on the couch.
We watched Moneyball.
He loves baseball.
He loves the Athletics.
His love for the game rekindled mine.
I played when I was his age.
And now I watch him.
I drive him to practice.
To games.
To anything that fuels his love for it.
We play wiffle ball in the backyard.
We play catch.
He buys, sells and trades baseball cards.
He’s a well of endless stats.
And right now,
For the moment,
There’s something there.
For him.
For me.
A thread.
Tethering our hearts.
A feeling with an endless shelf life.