Every few days out of the week I take some time to meddle in my thoughts and scribble what comes to mind in a “gratuity book”. The thought is that I capture whatever it is that I’m feeling/thinking in that moment, write it, and thank/be thankful for that moment of conceptual thought. Today seemed like a good a day as any to post a few thoughts, nothing too striking to me.
Then I reread it.
“… I’ve learned that a heart doesn’t, and can’t, become less of a heart in someone’s time of need.”
This shit just seemed so real to me that I had to share. I hope you, the reader, instantly went to a time or place where you’ve done your heart’s work absent of what your mind says. I’ll just leave it at that, free to interpretation.