the little gifts

And there I was last night - in that well-worn, deeply rutted, struggle - pulling myself kicking and screaming into the moment, into reality, and finding myself drifting back to that dark wave of longing that crests every now and again - that yearning for acknowledgement, friendship, of wanting to contribute, of wanting to be something important in someone's life. My ego's desire to feel special.

My phone rang. It was Little Lisa - calling out of the blue after 7 months of absence. Months of me reaching out to her to see how she's doing. Months of little notes and posts and phone calls to let her know that I care and that I think of her often. Months of seeing and hearing snippets of her angst and stress.

We talked for an hour. We got caught up in the complexities of her relationships and life challenges, the fun adventures that await her, and the fears of not being able to enjoy them. After a many laughs and a few tears and much love, we said goodnight.

And after I tucked myself into bed, the fan circulating the warm air across the room, I knew that the universe had conspired to send me that soul balm. It was exactly what I had needed in a form that I would have never expected. What a magical gift.

Thank you!