Touching

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Last week the two of us were having an emotionally intense conversation when she laid her hand ever so lightly on the three XIZOZU™ she was wearing, then, as if pushing some sort of activation button, pressed them against her breast bone. She lightly exhaled and as quickly lowered her hand back to the table and lifted her glass of ice tea to her lips. It was a gesture she and everyone else in the busy restaurant might have easily missed. But I got tingles.

The way she touched the medals she was wearing was so completely familiar. It’s something I had recently realized that I do often, sometimes absentmindedly as you might play with any jewelry, but often I do it with  intention, as she just had.

I especially find my fingers on my XIZOZU™ when I’m wearing specific medals. Two pendants I wear often honor the loss of my father to suicide. Those I find I reach for them throughout the day when they’re dangling from my neck and when I connect skin to metal I feel a closeness to him and his memory. It’s comforting and quieting.

I thought it was just me. I love that it ‘s not.

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Same Road, Different Journey.

I was reminded over the weekend that even when we share a path with others, be it a partner or a tribe, we each experience it differently. We bring to it our personal collection of memories and expectations, and we take from it the elements we choose.

This is wonderful.

And this is troublesome.

Or at least it felt that way until I realized the differences are just the nature of being.

Then it was wonderful again.Inspirational quote about inclusion and diversity