Costa and I were walking home when we saw (and smelled) smoke coming from a house, a couple of blocks ahead of us.
We moved faster and made our way to the house. Sure enough, the vinyl on the side of the garage was looking fascinating melted and curly, revealing its cedar underskirts.
A woman was hosing the whole thing down with intent and focus and seemed to have most of it under control by the time we got there.
Two other ladies, maybe neighbors, were fluttering about, looking a little lost, as though they were not sure how to help.
We stayed a while, freed up a few hanging pots whose wires had merged themselves into the vinyl siding, and then before leaving I talked with the lady with the hose, saying how lucky it was that she gotten there before her house could burn all the way.
That's when she looked at me and said: "Oh, this is not my house. I was just driving by and went for the hose."
It turns out, the two women who seemed at a loss, were the owners of the home. The lady who looked fully in charge was someone who had driven by.
For some reason, I just love this so much.
I love to be reminded how, when things feel so big (often because they are ours) we sometimes can't really grab them and be proactive, and how another person may be able (often because it is not theirs) to take hold of the situation and restore peace.
Here's to Interdependence. Community. Support. Taking turns.
So much good stuff.
Wishing you a lovely day!
We decide when the finish line is.
We keep our eye on the ball until we reach it.
We keep our strength, our faith, and our tools nearby.
And then sometimes, "our" finish line comes and goes and we find out that it wasn't the finish line that Life/God/the Universe intended for us. Turns out we had a little more patience to learn, a little more processing to do, a little more letting go to ... let go.
It's not easy to reach that line and find out that hey, there's more to do, to wait, to be with. It's not easy.
So we breathe, and then we dip our cup in the trust bucket at little more, we take one more sip of faith.
And with an all-body sigh, we let go just one more little bit.
Let go of what we think is the right timing, maybe even the right outcome - and if we are really lucky, we allow ourselves to listen to what the better plan is.
I believe naps are really good helpers in this process.
Some situations make us want to pull our hair out. Or maybe go back to bed. Or simply say: "Man, I just don't know where to start, here."
During such a phone conversation with a friend having to make some confusing decisions, I devised this super effective tool. It's quick, it's simple, and it works really well.
Here you go:
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