I was Hungry...

Helplessness & vulnerability meets deep goodness. 

Music by Scott Holmes - A Wee Tipple 
Non Copyright Music

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This evening, I watched the sunset, feet resting against the stump, feeling the clear air against my skin, and taking in the bright oranges and blues across the sky. I've had so much stirring within recently, even spending the dark early morning hours on my front steps after being unable to sleep. I can't put my finger on it exactly, but it feels like standing still in the aftermath of something and having come through. What I do sense is that somehow I've completed something. Something is over. It is finished. And so here's to a few unexpected friends who came in clutch through the last few years. And though we live some distance apart, the moments we were together helped me through. I was hungry and you invited me to sit, serving up great food, friendship, and allowing me to rest. I was thirsty and you poured me your best and showered me with affection. I was a stranger and you embraced me, sitting together around tables and campfires and sunsets. I was naked and you clothed me with dignity and hope, providing me with tires, groceries, and room to breathe. I was sick with grief, and you comforted me with loving arms, the beauty of flowers, the sound of the ocean, and whispered prayers. I was in prison, and you celebrated with me, my freedom and my future, reminding me of what I felt a long time ago.