Yet again

I am overwhelmed by the strength and grace of the community I partake in. I am so grateful for the leaning and sharing and laughing and tears. I am amazed by the intimacy shared memories can create. I am awed by the wounds that make us less, and not more self-centered, because the only answer to some hurts is to reach out and comfort the person next to you. And I am blessed by the fact that if I was not present I would still be thought of as I know so many, including my absent family members, were. No matter what distance separates us, we stay connected. What a tremendously beautiful thing it is to know you are not alone.