One of the most magical moments of my last week (and there were many) happened around the table on the deck. Sitting. Standing. Talking. Crying. Consoling. Sharing Our hearts. We were genuinely sharing our hearts. It didn’t happen on purpose, those things seldom do. I don’t even remember who was gathered, I wish I did, but there were several. I just remember looking up and noticing that it was all us. All women. Sacred hearts gathered together to stand in harmony and truth for one of the most meaningful conversations of my life. It wasn’t tabu; it wasn’t off-limits. It wasn’t political. It wasn’t worldly. This was a spiritual affair. And relevant. So relevant. No small talk. Who wants small talk? No thanks.
How did it even happen? Did I speak first? Probably. Everyone was waiting for me to lead. I know everyone was thinking, what can we say that isn’t too much, too hard to hear? No one wanted to upset me more than I already was. But it was all begging to be heard. The truth is powerful. We were listening to each other. Showing our hearts. There were things shared in that moment that had never been shared before. Never crossed lips or into the ears of others. But this was the time. This is good. This is how we heal; together. So raw. So unplanned. Women. Not all friends before they came, but all connected now, because of circumstance, and this moment, just the same. The golden thread of truth in a place that was safe. No one had to say “what’s said here, stays here.” We already knew. We were women, together, in a circle to comfort, to cry, to grieve.
Those are the moments I want more of. When we can all gather for no other reason than to support, encourage, visit, dream, share, sit in silence, have a toast, shed a tear, or a sip. Just to ask, “how’ve you been?” Who knows who may need to hear those very words? And aren’t we a powerful force when we come together? We can do amazing things when speaking the truth.
When you are standing on holy ground, you feel it. And that’s the only way I can describe how it felt. I know that everyone standing with me felt it too. It was so special. I want more of those moments—deep conversations. I want to talk about death the way that Dr. Zach Bush does. His perspective is from being a hospice doctor, he knows. He’s seen it. And what about nature? There’s so much wisdom there, and the very reason I’m barefoot as much as possible. It has all of our answers.
I hope we keep talking; keep sharing. When we offer our words with the right intention, and our actions are in alignment with kindness and compassion, we will never need to ask: “am I saying or doing the right thing?” Because if our hearts are guiding us, then the answer is always, yes. Check in with yourself and remember it’s ok, even good, to get silent, but don’t stay there.
And please, let’s get together soon.