Journal Prose Chronicles: Your Self to My Self and My Feeling to Your Feeling

True connection to souls is a high with insufficient adjectives.

The ‘modern’ world has mastered connectivity in mediums, but not connection.

Connectivity is effective. Concrete. It gets the job done. But it does not touch your heart at subterranean depths; thus, the reason why many keep on digging.

Connection, for whatever increment of time in authentic raw bonds, forever feeds and changes souls.

My entire being is a tangible buzz from all the day’s connections.

From the approachable friendly spirit in the parking lot who answered my query with a vibe to light a star.

To the sweetie-pie of a toddler full of brilliance in his adorable suit at today’s ceremony “YAY-ing” everyone and everything, the embodiment of manifested bliss.

To the man sitting by the library asking for spare change—he was grateful for any gift…asked me if I was American and thus began the impromptu game of “Guess?” When I offered the hint of “the most expensive place to live in the world,” he said without hesitation, “My underpants!”

I’m still laughing.

Effortless comedian.

Some of my day’s vibrations. All my joy.

Truly, I am blessed.

Personal Note:- Entries from my journal are only shared with my closest of friends, so beginning this series was not a decision taken lightly. Concentrations of my anguish, toil, love, ecstasy, and more exist between these pages.

Why share them now, you ask?

It is because as Etienne de Grellet stated in one of my favorite quotes:

“I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.”

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