This is the season of darkness. The longest day is coming.
It is intensified this year by the demands of a sickness that spreads despite our precautions. We are now disconnected more than ever until…we reach out.
This can be a season of light because we can become light bearers.
The light removes the fear and the darkness but to be the light requires us to move out of ourselves. It requires us to share our own brand of light wherever we can.
Even when we must stay away from others, we never need to be disconnected.
Last Sunday night, I got a call from Helen Martin, a lovely acquaintance who simply called to say hi and share a story about a friend’s Airedale, knowing how much I love those doggies.
We caught up on our lives, had some laughs and the conversation left me feeling so good.
She doesn’t know me that well – although now I intend to get to know her better. She has a lovely, loving spirit that she shares generously.
She didn’t have any reason to reach out, she just did it.
It was wonderful and made my day.
This is how it works. One small act, rinse, repeat. Over and over, until we are all connected, feeling safer even in the most troubled times, knowing we all have each other’s backs.