Not a week goes by that I don't get an email, a note or a comment on my blog from a stranger that expresses some sort of gratitude or solidarity. These make me want to sink to my knees, to perform some act of humility to warrant them.
I'm fascinated by white space around words, those pages that claim the space even as the words march across.
To abide is to continue without fading or being lost. I am drawn to the word abide, to abide with others, particularly if they are suffering. I want the same for myself. Abide with me.
So much of the time we need to have someone hold space for us. I need some space held.