Evidence of Shared Life [William Massey]
It’s cold and rainy outside in Atlanta right now. Five minutes ago I ordered my dog some glucosamine on amazon, flushed my toilet, and began remembering the time I crossed an ocean in a tube with wings in order to find the same life in a new reality.
I remember Kenya, June 2016. I remember how I felt at home there. I remember how sometimes I felt more at home in Africa than Atlanta.
I was at-ease. My travels adhered to no agenda. I just wanted an honest look, an honest conversation. To eliminate the distance in my mind between what I knew and what I’d only heard of. In the process I witnessed the beauty of creation, humans choosing joy in struggle, and endless gratitude in the abundance of enough.
Below is my meek attempt to bridge the gap between things/ideas that were once separate in my mind. Identifying evidence of shared life, both simple and sacred.
I could try to say more. But I won’t.
In closing, my prompt to you: ruthlessly seek connection, everywhere.
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