It’s never too late to mend…..was a comment left on my blog yesterday. For some reason it just played around my head all night. I somehow appreciated those 6 small words from a complete stranger. It goes to show how we are all connected to each other and to the earth. We all feel the same feelings, say the same words, laugh the same laugh, hurt the same hurt; human understanding transcends the particulars and details. We don’t need to know the whys and hows of each others plights to offer a few words of comfort and understanding.
I find comfort in the word mend. We mend fences, clothing, relationships and hearts. The loud cracking of a heart breaking can be terrifying. The soft tug of the thread on each stitch can be healing as a heart is being mended. We must be mindful of how short life is and mend our ways.
And so, as another day goes by, being a vehicle for the spirit allows more joy to cross my path, and…I have written.
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