Last Saturday I had a book signing about forty-five minutes away in Fredericksburg, Virginia, at the coziest little coffee shop ever, Agora Downtown Coffee. The shop is co-owned by sisters, one of whom bakes amazing things and the other who is the biggest champion for local artists ever (as well as a talented artist and craftsperson, herself). In the short time I was there, the sisters’ father and brother stopped by and introduced themselves, a local business owner bought me a cup of coffee because he “knew how hard I worked”, a designer complemented my book covers, and countless folks smiled and wished me well. Continue reading
Carry – to hold or support while moving. Hold. Support. Move forward. We all need a little of this sometimes, right? To be carried. Not some huge grand gesture, but instead small sign of support when we most need it. The kind words genuinely spoken. A few minutes taken out of the day to listen. The reassuring words when they exist and gentle honesty when they don’t. We can use someone hoping a little harder or having just a little more faith than us in that very moment.
Sometimes we carry each other in face-to-face tangible ways. Maybe by baking a favorite dessert or listening over coffee (or beer, or wine). Taking a moment to send a note or an e-mail. Sometimes it’s as simple as a smile and a hug; a hand held. Other times we may simply carry someone close to our heart; thinking of them first and last each day.
Near or far; known or unknown – doesn’t matter. What matters is that we keep carrying each other.
Oh, my brother
Won’t you stand here beside me
We shall carry each other
And should your soul grow weary
And the strength leave your bones
Oh my brother
I will carry you home
*The beautiful words above belong to Robbie Schaefer. The song is Oh My Brother performed by Eddie from Ohio. It’s proved elusive online, but if you have a way to look it up and listen I promise it will be time well spent.