Good People
I've been thinking about this concept for a while now. good people.
as i drove myself to the going away party last weekend, my stomach in knots, i kept asking myself why i was doing this. why drive all the way across town to see someone i hadn't seen in maybe 5 years just to say goodbye. and i thought of the conversation i had with T, explaining it was like spending time with Oprah. and i thought how i tend to invite pain into my own life. and i thought about a lot of things including the part where i tend to ignore the inner warning bells.
as i was driving home, trying to de-stress from couple hours of feeling completely out of my element. i thought about it some more. why? i had even offered to help pack. which i might add, i really would like to do. and i thought i might just be incredibly strange for. it's a relationship with weird dynamics. with complicated histories. and i sat there with not really a thought that had words, but just was. one of those really deep wordless thoughts. and finally the only words i could grasp to offer explanation to myself was "they are good people".
i have several blogs that i check up on. all of which, are people i don't hang out with. two are friend of friends. One of those, is a man i met over a weekend about 6 months ago. whom i instantly adored. there was just something about his personality and spirit that struck me and i want to follow him. see what he's up to. mostly just because he's good people.
i had a funny happenstance this week on msn as well. a friend - really more of an acquaintance - from long ago happened to pop up and we happened to strike a conversation. it happened to be a person that i would classify as one of these "good people". the kind that just make an impression on your soul. something within them connects to you and even though you don't actually know them. you do. there is that unspoken thing within in them that you recognize because you hold it too. and this conversation was a good one this week. one of those talks that when you are done you feel like you were apart of something so much bigger than yourself. one in which, i believe will begin a good friendship or perhaps just someone whom i will lift a prayer up for from time to time. because now. our lives have crossed a similar path and imprinted and it is one that can not be erased.
so i have found myself thinking of "good people". what makes a person a "good" person? is a "good" person to me going to be the same as a "good" person to you? and why is it that i am compelled to go beyond my borders of comfortability for such people. they are the kind of people i might do just about anything for. but not because i feel like i have to or should, but out of the overwhelming desire to do such. i feel - honored- to do for these people and it brings me intense joy. to the point that i find myself wondering if i might be slightly unhinged to be so happy. and this is a fair possibility. but unhinged or not. i just kind of love it. and i think that is good enough.
church this morning, once again brought this thought back to my head. the time of confession dealt with those that go unnoticed - those that society likes to turn their head away from. And i thought of some of the people i would list as "good" people. and how i would drop just about anything to do for them. and i don't know if i would drop just about anything for some other people. mostly because i don't feel the same passion or burden for other people as i do some.
and maybe. maybe that's okay. maybe that's the way it's suppose to be. that certain people i feel a connection to and others don't is because if everyone felt the same burden for the same people. then like 10% of the people would have every blessing and the rest of us would be SOL. maybe everyone in the world has a set of people that they would list as "good" people that come across their path in their lifetime. and maybe if everyone just dropped everything for those.... everyone would be covered. maybe it's not one person's job to feel burdened for everyone, but instead just the people given to them. their own personal list of "good" people.
it's a euphoric idea. i know. slightly naive and dreamy and perhaps childish. but i like to think if everyone just stopped to take a moment, to do a little silent cheering from behind the scenes, lifted an unknown prayer for another, and maybe even changed a schedule to lend a helping hand - some how all of us would be covered.
kinda makes me think of the way the spartans fight in 300. each one covering the man to his left and not himself. i kinda like that.
so on that deep and introspective thought which i have tossed around and stewed upon for a couple weeks now - i leave. to heat up some crazy good looking brownie only to smoother it with "organic" vanilla ice cream (did the cow only eat authentic grass?), topped with sanders fudge and perhaps even a few strawberries. life is good.
as i drove myself to the going away party last weekend, my stomach in knots, i kept asking myself why i was doing this. why drive all the way across town to see someone i hadn't seen in maybe 5 years just to say goodbye. and i thought of the conversation i had with T, explaining it was like spending time with Oprah. and i thought how i tend to invite pain into my own life. and i thought about a lot of things including the part where i tend to ignore the inner warning bells.
as i was driving home, trying to de-stress from couple hours of feeling completely out of my element. i thought about it some more. why? i had even offered to help pack. which i might add, i really would like to do. and i thought i might just be incredibly strange for. it's a relationship with weird dynamics. with complicated histories. and i sat there with not really a thought that had words, but just was. one of those really deep wordless thoughts. and finally the only words i could grasp to offer explanation to myself was "they are good people".
i have several blogs that i check up on. all of which, are people i don't hang out with. two are friend of friends. One of those, is a man i met over a weekend about 6 months ago. whom i instantly adored. there was just something about his personality and spirit that struck me and i want to follow him. see what he's up to. mostly just because he's good people.
i had a funny happenstance this week on msn as well. a friend - really more of an acquaintance - from long ago happened to pop up and we happened to strike a conversation. it happened to be a person that i would classify as one of these "good people". the kind that just make an impression on your soul. something within them connects to you and even though you don't actually know them. you do. there is that unspoken thing within in them that you recognize because you hold it too. and this conversation was a good one this week. one of those talks that when you are done you feel like you were apart of something so much bigger than yourself. one in which, i believe will begin a good friendship or perhaps just someone whom i will lift a prayer up for from time to time. because now. our lives have crossed a similar path and imprinted and it is one that can not be erased.
so i have found myself thinking of "good people". what makes a person a "good" person? is a "good" person to me going to be the same as a "good" person to you? and why is it that i am compelled to go beyond my borders of comfortability for such people. they are the kind of people i might do just about anything for. but not because i feel like i have to or should, but out of the overwhelming desire to do such. i feel - honored- to do for these people and it brings me intense joy. to the point that i find myself wondering if i might be slightly unhinged to be so happy. and this is a fair possibility. but unhinged or not. i just kind of love it. and i think that is good enough.
church this morning, once again brought this thought back to my head. the time of confession dealt with those that go unnoticed - those that society likes to turn their head away from. And i thought of some of the people i would list as "good" people. and how i would drop just about anything to do for them. and i don't know if i would drop just about anything for some other people. mostly because i don't feel the same passion or burden for other people as i do some.
and maybe. maybe that's okay. maybe that's the way it's suppose to be. that certain people i feel a connection to and others don't is because if everyone felt the same burden for the same people. then like 10% of the people would have every blessing and the rest of us would be SOL. maybe everyone in the world has a set of people that they would list as "good" people that come across their path in their lifetime. and maybe if everyone just dropped everything for those.... everyone would be covered. maybe it's not one person's job to feel burdened for everyone, but instead just the people given to them. their own personal list of "good" people.
it's a euphoric idea. i know. slightly naive and dreamy and perhaps childish. but i like to think if everyone just stopped to take a moment, to do a little silent cheering from behind the scenes, lifted an unknown prayer for another, and maybe even changed a schedule to lend a helping hand - some how all of us would be covered.
kinda makes me think of the way the spartans fight in 300. each one covering the man to his left and not himself. i kinda like that.
so on that deep and introspective thought which i have tossed around and stewed upon for a couple weeks now - i leave. to heat up some crazy good looking brownie only to smoother it with "organic" vanilla ice cream (did the cow only eat authentic grass?), topped with sanders fudge and perhaps even a few strawberries. life is good.