Yesterday the girls in The Story Sessions rallied around one another leaving loving messages through out the web. It made me giggle when someone came to the party late wondering why they were getting all the love. One girl made me laugh out loud literally when she said she was scared she was dying and that's why we were saying loving things to her. But isn't that how it is?
It's at the funeral or memorial when we say how wonderful, special, and loving those who have passed were. That's when we spill our heart all over the floor with all the feelings and thoughts. But at that point they don't know, do they? At that point they are gone, and what they think no longer matters. Our words don't make a difference to them anymore. Why do we hold off on saying the nice things when we know how much of a difference those words can make?
I realized I am seeing myself differently these days. I am grateful the reasons are varied and numerous for the change, but the women in Story Sessions are counted as one of the reasons. They see me. They let me know they see me. The soul of me. They share with me good things they see, and encourage me. And because of that I am liking what I see more and more (as a general rule).
No make-up SOOC no filter picture right after cleaning the back porch because I'm not shrinking anymore.
You know what I think would happen? I think a lot of people would see themselves in a new light. One full of love and brilliance and kindness and generosity and grace and mercy. So, I challenge you, my friends. Tell those you love WHY you love them, specifically. Tell them how fabulous they are, often. Show them their beauty so they can see it.
Yes, it was a challenge within the group, but that made the loving kindness no less true. We choose to see one another, hear one another, love one another, and believe one another regularly. Yesterday we simply acted in orchestra because we were challenged by one of the leaders/members. Let's do the same with all of those in our lives on a regular basis.
Ready?? Let's go!