
09/22/2025
(Some Birthday eve musings, pic for the rithm)
This week, I found myself bearing witness to a several people sharing (in an appropriate context) their intensely painful life experiences. Hurtful betrayals, losses, and deep wounds that though they perhaps may heal, will always be there.
Yet each one of them, still alive, still bearing the wounds of their grief, hurt or however it may have entered the body.
Still present. Aware. Here.
My heart broke, as they looked me In the eye, and shared their guarded hearts so openly. It felt like a small relief for them, another being-stranger or not-now knows even a small fraction of their story. It felt like an honor.
This Life! It’s all so precious. It’s all a gift.
The blessings, the challenges, the paradox of being both alone and not alone.
I find myself inspired by the childlike luminosity I see shining in their eyes despite it all. I’m in awe of the genuine bravery and strength it takes for some to ‘just keep…going…’
May our swords of gentleness and compassion be sharpened in the hard times we face personally and collectively.
May we choose kindness and protect one another.
It’s all just such a miracle.🫧
With love,
Gina
(Photo by Ashli Hara)