Sometimes

Sometimes when you walk down a path it gets narrow and maybe even, you have to turn sideways to squeeze past some obstructions. Relationships are like that on occasion. Other times the way ahead broadens into a magnificent vista; a field of poppies or vivid heathers that smell divine and our refreshed perspective is inspiring in it's clarity and optimism. I feel like if I was to take a friendly hand in that moment, beyond the narrow, restricted season and into the fresh, vibrant, sunlit warmth, I would like that friendly hand to be yours. Is that possible? In my imagination yours is not just the soft, delicate hand of friendship.. it is the hand of affirmation, the hand of acceptance, the hand of belonging. In my whirling mind there is a new moment, a beautifully crafted human act, allowing another to draw alongside and acknowledge their presence in this world with tender togetherness. Not just the warm skin of a hand, but a universe of questions finds an answer.