Safe Space....

I doubt that there could be a safer place to be, than with the group of people I get to invest time with these days. I get to watch a group of kind hearted spiritual beings rally around a sick person, in desperate need of help. I get to watch young people start to become whole, to fall in love, and turn their attention toward someone they can be of service to.  To reflect that there was a time that none of this was possible is putting it lightly. I’ve heard stories so tragic it makes my throat tighten up just thinking about it. Miracles, and not small ones, at that.  Love is the language of your voice and actions and my heart blows up in my chest when I’m simply present. I don’t remember feeling this safe and protected, ever. When I walk into a group of people in recovery, I immediately feel at home. I get to be part of something, but I pray I never lose touch with the past. I seek to continue looking for defects of character, for shortsightedness, and for any costly truth that might keep me in the darkness. Today, now, with you, possessed of a love for our fellows, is the only place there is for me-