from the little

The bully got my back today. He isn’t really a bully but a teddy bear at heart. It’s his professional curtness and aggressive energy that that is analogous for someone less cuddly. Today he had my back.

Much like D and his empathy, when his actions and words spoke selflessly in defense of me I couldn’t speak. I sat there and tears formed and subtly fell. For him it was a professional favor, and for me, well truth be told I have no clue what it was. It healed.

Then later in that day a blog was sent to me from the Texans whom couch surfed at my place a few weeks back. In the text from this recovering couple on a restorative journey was a quote I said; an off the cuff comment made at an impromptu brunch where hardship was discussed. The statement was made and the meal paid and at the time with no anticipation that my flippant comment would resound with such meaning in the ear that heard it.

It’s from our actions that the world spins. Its our phrases and faces that bring in the heal and help sweep out the pain. It’s from the little that big is felt.