I get messages all the time about my storage being full. Photos and emails. Travels and images painted. Loved ones and new friends met. Really all just an extension of my heart. So the messages don’t annoy me, I can only think, how lucky am I? What a glorious thing to be full!
I run at a fairly high capacity. Always have. So did my mother. When things got too full, especially with the good stuff, the tears would have to come out, in order to make a little more space. When something really touched my mother, she would gather up the tears, smiling, (like sunshine when it rains), and say, “oooh, too much tenderness.”
So I arrange it on my computer. But more often in my head and heart. All that tenderness. And I know that I am blessed. I welcome the reminders, in the form of an email, or tears that flow, telling me that I am alive, that I am full.
Keep gathering it in. The love. The goodness. Those thoughts, so filling and tender. All of it. We’ll always find room for more — (I’ll remind you.)
