mission possible

There are some amazing moments (or hours) from the last few days. I got to have dinner with one of the two most amazing women I know in this world. I needed to quantify because the world is big and one out of two makes it way more special of a title. She reminds me of all the quiet beauty that balances my soul. My heart breaks for the time we lose to business and work but quickly mends with conversation and shared feeling that souls can be connected in ways our minds could never grasp. My heart also breaks for the hurdles she faces in the path ahead. Her journey is along that narrow craggy road for a time. It isn’t a choice for her but a task she had to accept. We all have those. They suck. Fortunately she isn’t completely alone. The path may only be wide enough for one but the rules didn’t account for those that hold you up from below and put their hands in the cracks so you don’t twist your ankle. I hope I notice the tug on that private connection before she has to use it to call me for first aid. She will come out the other side a stronger, wiser woman having navigated the path. I hope she can hear that before she has to be told. I would bloody my fingers at the bottom of the barrel for her. This is what defines us. The people we would deplete ourselves for… willingly, happily. Who it is we would sacrifice handholds for. There are not many but the few know. I felt really frustrated earlier and it’s amazing how thinking of the people that make up the pieces of your heart can change that. I think that my barrel has plenty to spare