Clocks

I work with the public in both my jobs, and it's incredibly humbling to me how many personal stories I am privy to, as well as how much every single person, regardless of how they present themselves, has a story.

I see all levels of people - from impeccably dressed and impossibly wealthy - to the poorest, and unassuming. As I see humanity clearly reflected from each of these faces -- when I look into someone's eyes and their soul belies the glitter on their fingers, the dirt on their clothes, the rolls of hundreds clutched within well-manicured hands, or those that are stained from toil -- I feel the call inside of them to count. Perhaps not needfully, but to count, nonetheless.

Validation can be disguised in so many different ways; but this I know: everyone is of value and has infinite worth -- everyone is equal and yet sacredly unique. The basic wants and desires of human need is something that can level every single one of us once we truly, deeply absorb it. Such rumination makes my heart search and expand as I examine my own needs, insecurities, viewpoints, and outlook. It has me exploring my soul, heart, opinions, and nature. It defies me but to define, consider, and open up my spirit to the worlds of people who populate this planet.

And so, I say: pray for someone today. Pray for yourself, pray for peace, direction, empathy, wisdom. Simply, pray.

In everything you do, seek supplication and direction. No want is ever shunned or disregarded, just as no heartache is ever unnoticed. The smallest of miracles are available from even the tiniest behest.

So, believe.

Make the request. Make it.

When individual will stubbornly refuses any consequence of consideration toward another outlook, struggle is guaranteed. It simply is.

The quote, "Pride goeth before the fall," surely exists. And has been repeated century, after century.

And so, I say that the truth of joy in this life begins the moment we critically assess our own insecurities, goals and wants, and yet see them come into a multiplicity of being when we recognize and embrace the synchronicity of learning among our fellow men.

Living Joy - This Carman Girl

(My Grandad, Charles H. McConnell, as well as a grandfather clock that chimed on the hour, perfectly, every hour. Gregory Peck, much?! Oh, my. I miss you, Grandad.) I miss you.