taking hold.

[ a dialogue between friends. ]

perhaps we all need an axis or two that we can reach out and grasp when someone pushes us.
one of your axes: i am very gifted at loving people.
one of our axes: God who loves and understands, speaks and saves.
one of my axes: he really does love me.

i picture both of us being pushed, whether by someone else's words/actions or our own often unkind-to-self thoughts. and instead of making the "i'm falling" backward circles with our arms, our first reaction is to reach out and take hold of the glowing, unbreakable axis before us that shimmers and sparks like the milky way. we are infused with strength, with light, with truth.

instead of being stunned and shell shocked,
we are self-possessed and serene.

i have a long way to go. a long way.
but i am beginning to see the milky way, that nebulous river of strength, gleaming in my peripheral vision.

now,
to take hold.

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how hopeful you are for me...for us.

perhaps instead i could just grab my axis.

thereby encouraging others to find their own,

and do the same.

i love your imagery of falling backwards, arms circling...but instead reaching out. i imagine it as a fire pole of sorts, all gold and gleaming.

how amazing is the soul?

the gift of ourselves god gave to us?

so much that two people who have never physically met can weep over a moment of solidarity and shared pain?

i marvel.

[ i marvel too. i take hold. all is well. ]