In
life, it's not where you go, it's who you travel with.
My
fellow travellers are ace and I'm so grateful for them. They take
many guises – some are more distant than others, some are just via
social media, some are squabbling in the back seat, but all of them
are very precious and I'm v glad they're alongside me on my
journeying.
Yesterday,
sat on the bus, not knowing anything about the days likely to unfold
for the rest of the passengers (except the one I chatted with briefly
before she got off), I was aware that most of us interact not having
a clue what is going on for the others around us. Later in the day, a
bloke was kicking off and I decided not to intervene but was again
aware we had no idea what particular struggles he was enduring in the
moment. Each one of us is carrying our own histories, anxieties,
griefs and hopes, and for the most part, we don't know what others
are having to deal with and have to trust we and they are just are doing our best to move
forwards with them all. I think we are all walking miracles, and
should be celebrated in that.
A
recurring theme at the mo is how sometimes people can struggle to
get alongside others when we are heavy laden, and how being shunned
by others makes the situation feel even worse. I feel really lucky to
have several people in my life with whom I can be real, and who
travel solidly alongside me – some silent, some very vocal, some
dab hands at lightheartedness, some highly skilled listeners. My
heart goes out to people who don't have such a robust team supporting
them, and I think we all can be a minor part of everyone's team
without even knowing it!
I
know getting alongside others can be scary – what if we make it
even worse? But what if the not getting alongside is what makes it
worse? I know there are times when we just can't get alongside
someone, it makes no sense. But when we can, even if it's just
briefly, we are choosing love not fear. And that my friend is
fantastic :D
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