Simply, as we would hold our infant, cuddle our child. Caring, sharing. Sparing pain, spreading warmth, laughing, wrestling troubles, giving everything. Otherwise, never brag you tried. Or cared. Or gave your all when you only gave what you had time for …
We’re accustomed to partial giving – not wholly, sharing but not much – this is how we live, mostly good, but through half-measures at what matters most, leaving us empty, vessels without worthy cargo.
Not far away, not hard to explain – except with those who matter in the present moment, because they should know, should understand and should display what we want. Without asking. They never do.
So, it’s up to you.
Anyone can be a messenger.
Only you choose your message.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 2C/35F, overnight rain has given everything a nice grime-clearing wash; breezy but not chilling, Gusta happy getting wet – she’s a water breed, but that means mucky paws …
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