Does He Understand You?

Sometimes the big things are small things.

And the small things are big things.

Whether big or small… they can bother you.

They can get into your heart.

And trouble you.

Kind of like a parasite that slips into the oyster shell… and, you know, the oyster turns this irritant into a pearl.

But what do the little and big irritants turn into in you?

More love and greater capacity?

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Life’s irritants can carve you out bigger, if you let them, so that the container that you are can contain more of what others go through.

This way, on some level, some part of them knows your silence is big enough to hold them.

We need more holders. More silent understanders.

Like this eastern tailed blue.

He’s not sharing any words. But somehow I think he understands me.

And, I welcome his silence.

Because words don’t reach as deep.