one of the most sacred moments in my life thus far was in the last year when my family & a few friends threw me a surprise bridal shower in denver. part of what made it so special was how small of a gathering it was (my circle at the time wasn’t large, so it wasn’t hard, per say, to pull off) & because of that how altogether safe, seen & embraced i’d felt.
we sat in a small circle & one of my sisters presented a mirror they’d bought for me with a thick bronze rim & reminded me how whenever i encounter change, words are my anchor.
& because of that, they all wanted to write a word on the rim of the mirror that called out part of who i am, so that when i married & moved, this mirror would be a home, those words, an anchor.
of course i cried. & just received. & knew that i would be better because of that night & because of those people & because of the mundane magic of being known.
having those words called out of the shadows & raised up with voices into light, i decided then i would always wanna live in a small world.
because i’d rather know the details of few (be it people, towns, people, artists, people, books, people, hobbies…people.) than have my hands, mind & heart always on the move for more. & more. & more.
i learned that night that breadth has its place but depth truly creates this sacred space & something lasting blooms there.
& i wanna build my world on truth & intention, on friendship > fawning, on pausing for & pursuing my people.
is this making any sense?
lemme get a litttle more concrete with this idea (for my sake & yours).
living in a small world means :
+ i know which book my friends are reading, which ones they’re loving & which ones they’re loathing
+ i can tell when my sister’s mood is off by the sound of her voice
+ i ask for & allow time for conversation
+ i call the old loop around the block our next adventure
+ i know all the ins & outs of ben’s latest hobby & know exactly how to find the nearest disc golf course when asked to
+ i can read my mom’s demeanor from a mile away
+ i memorize the time of day the sun shines through our bedroom window & we are blissfully blinded
+ i know the ways every member of my fam feels the most heard & celebrated
+ i can name what my friends need from me in their respective seasons
+ i can recite all my nieces & nephews ages & bdays
+ i can predict when the old man who lives across the street from me puts on his hat & takes out his bike (w/ a basket) & rides albeit slowly but every. single. afternoon. (this ones borderline creepy-neighbor-esque but it’s just so dang cute & inspiring)
it’s a journey - this building a small world.
someone wise once said : the journey is the destination.
a guy i respect a ton said it best to his wife as they chatted through their values when it came to social media (perhaps a post for another time) but it’s what originally sparked this idea in me :
“that’s not our world. that’s not our world. remember, keep it small. keep it small.”
keep it small.
remember, breadth has its place but depth creates sacred space.
that mundane magic of knowing & being known.
of building a small world.
i wanna know what makes our world, our world & also know what lands outside of it.
that magic in the mundane study of one another. of waking up. of life.
magic = mundane.
ok. i’m done. you get it.
so, who in our little world needs our attention while perhaps our screens can wait? (…as i type on my laptop & hold up my hand when ben asks me a question… oh the irony & the fool wisdom makes of us all. *face palm*)
who in our world could use a little burst of unwarranted celebration?
remember, words anchor.
& unwarranted celebration matters. & blooms something inside the one who receives it.
keep it small. keep it small.
love it well & keep it small.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.