For about 12 years now, I’ve had a tiny little hole in my mind that led to a puncture in my heart and a crack in my soul. It’s a wound that sometimes hurt. But only sometimes. There were days it was almost unbearable and days I didn’t think about it at all. I had become resigned to the emptiness of those spaces in the trinity of my essence. Resigned. I didn’t talk about it with anyone, except Joe, I didn’t want people to know about the missing spaces of me, because then they’d know the cause, the blow that put that tiny hole in my mind.
Someone spoke to me. Someone I liked but didn’t know well. And they said eleven words to me in context of talking about something I’d done. Just eleven words. I never thought I’d hear them. Those words traveled to that tiny hole in my mind and made their way to the puncture in my heart and the crack in my soul. In seconds the emptiness was gone.
Words are powerful things.
They are also shaped to fit into our lives and our consciousness in deeply intimate ways.
I imagine there are millions of people, like me, who had given up on waiting to hear the words they need to hear. To experience those words entering into their very selves and healing wounds left by callous or indifferent hands.
I’m a little bit changed.
Part of me, the part that would have me on edge for no particular reason, seems to have mellowed. I feel it already.
I’m completely changed.
My mind, my heart, my soul, feel differently, like they fit me a little bit better.
Eleven of them.
I hope that any reading this who get what I’m saying, I’m sure it sounds like nonsense to some, I hope that you too will one day soon hear the words you need to hear.