
Last night my little cat Pickles had a rough night. From about 3am – 4am we were up together. Tears in my eyes and love in my heart for this animal that has been with me since I have been in recovery…12 years.
He will have an ultra sound this weekend and hopefully a diagnosis.
But the post is not about him. As I was up in the wee hours of the morning doing what I could for the little guy, I was thinking of all of you.
I was thinking how none of us “really” know what anyone else is going through. We can hear words, listen to friends or even strangers share their experience, but we never “really” know what the other has felt or is feeling.
I have had my own unique journey in this world forming opinions on all of it. As simple as the fact that I love the color purple…that color might mean something horrific to another.
What means one thing to me can mean something totally different to you.
I just realized as I am writing….it’s not the thoughts that connect us, it’s not what we think about the thoughts or the experiences.
It is not the conditions.
It’s the heart that connects us. It’s the love that we are all made of. It’s the god given spirit of energy that runs through my body and yours that make us all the same.
I think…I am done thinking.