"You are such an encourager."
Words float around my head, like clouds in attic windows. Sometimes they weigh, pressing like a coming storm, and I can't look away. Their power builds the houses we live in, show what kind of world we would create. Compliments, critiques, words with intention, mark like rain splatter.
The most powerful compliment I ever received came from an absolute stranger. It showed up as a tweeted conversation with a friend, a random comment from someone who tweets and retweets to thousands of people. He just happened to see my tweet in the rushing scroll, and commented.
But in less than 30 characters, he named me.
All the first date questions - where I'm from, where I lived, what I did for my job, even my passions or the current state of my character, none of it was needed information. He commented on my soul-house like it was art. He saw me.
And I don't even know if he realized how deeply his words resonated. I seriously doubt it.
But there's something enduring in that random gift of beauty, something reminiscent of rain falling softly into dry earth.
Words float around my head, like clouds in attic windows. Sometimes they weigh, pressing like a coming storm, and I can't look away. Their power builds the houses we live in, show what kind of world we would create. Compliments, critiques, words with intention, mark like rain splatter.
The most powerful compliment I ever received came from an absolute stranger. It showed up as a tweeted conversation with a friend, a random comment from someone who tweets and retweets to thousands of people. He just happened to see my tweet in the rushing scroll, and commented.
But in less than 30 characters, he named me.
All the first date questions - where I'm from, where I lived, what I did for my job, even my passions or the current state of my character, none of it was needed information. He commented on my soul-house like it was art. He saw me.
And I don't even know if he realized how deeply his words resonated. I seriously doubt it.
But there's something enduring in that random gift of beauty, something reminiscent of rain falling softly into dry earth.
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