small, yet so significant
today, i was reminded of and resourced in just how significant small can be…
be it a stone, a smile, a time and space to just be and breathe together…
small absolutely has power. and today, in the cove and care at our county’s juvenile justice center, i was not only able to share the small stuff that has greatly impacted me and my healing, i was also able to receive it through the witnessing of children being children, artists, creatives, and wise wise warriors in our circle of community.
as i tend to the children who somehow someway the universe has allowed me to meet and greet and hear and see and know, I’m also tending to the inner child i am and always will be, by sharing the stones, sharing stories, sharing space to just be and be together one paint brush stroke and ingenious idea at a time.
today i was able to share stones from Lake Superior with the children who have stolen my heart in the best ways and watch them bring their art alive on the very earthly treasures that for so much of my life have captured my attention. as a child, I’d have stones in my pockets, my bike basket, my bedroom, when going out for a field trip in school i remember wanting to buy the rocks and my mom rollin her eyes (with love) as she probably sacrificed largely for me to hold such small treasures in my hand and bring them home. every child i was in space with today shared similar stories of finding treasures right below their feet and holding them with such aliveness and love.
i am holding these 3 hours in my heart and mind as i also hold how many children in this world are so very harmed, hurt, and struggling. im thinking about every Palestinian child who has lost their life, their family, their homes, even their dignity to such disgusting times of apartheid and loss, to the greed of genocide and the denial of our own small yet significant fingerprints upon every trigger and ammunition that be but small yet all too mighty in its righteousness to take lives, liberty, and land. I’m thinking of the children in our very back yards and families and communities who are just needing someone somewhere and someway to remind them how precious and powerful and loved they are. I’m thinking about my own parents as children and the harm that happened to them as little innocent beings just trusting those around them to love and tend to their needs. I’m thinking about how we each hold the possibility of small yet significant miracles in every interaction we have with every child we know and have the honor to cross paths with - grown and still germinating in all their process and human potential.
i am thinking wow, how did i get so blessed to find my way into spaces where i don’t really have to think too much, yet just open my heart, my ears, and do what we all can innately do and generate love.
i am thinking we all have work to do for all the children of this world - ourselves included- and how it is possible, one small yet significant act, attitude, and attention at a time…
