Transform Your Nameless Week

By Brynne Betz

He sat outside the grocery store on the cement curb, his head perched on a body that wanted to puddle to the ground. He was tired and had all but ten-expressions-beggargiven up.

I smiled at him when we went in. No pity, just real. My daughter waved and gave him a piece of her heart. He half-smiled back with a longing, an aching for her joy to find his heart, too.

He didn’t leave me as I walked the aisles. And even though he didn’t ask for anything, didn’t hold any sign, I saw the need in his eyes. His heart begged for care.

What would he like? A sandwich? A banana? A magazine? What might give him a real smile? A chocolate bar?

I pushed the grocery cart out the door, his gifts in one hand. Would he still be there? Would he have caught his ride or walked to another, more friendly place?

“For you,” I said, as I leaned down to give him a pad of paper and a sparkly pen, “because you’re beautiful and have something to say.”

He looked at the gifts, then looked up at me and at my smiling daughter, as if to see whether we were genuine. Our eyes confirmed the truth.

The three of us smiled,
deeply.
Then, and for the rest of the day.

* * *

The giggles of your hand as it sinks into a bin of dried beans,hand.full.of.beans
the sound of rain-swoosh beneath your tires,
the feel of a round, smooth rock as it leaves your hands to skip across the water
as it plinks,
and plinks,
and plinks.
Because of you.

How will you make your week come alive? What new things will you dare to feel deeply?

Will you let the baby’s belly laugh reach your belly, too?
Can you dare to let the stranger’s smile touch your heart?
And the sadness, too?
Will you dare to help when you see the need
or will you turn away
to let them fight their beasts alone?

How will you transform a nameless week into a week of memorable beauty?

When you dare to be affected, new eyes grow in your heart,
gentler senses,
before ignored,
come out of hiding
because suddenly, they’re heard.
And a new chapter,
begins.

Dare with me?
Today?
Here, my hand awaits yours. . .

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Brynne Betz

Brynne Betz

Brynne Betz is a lover of the sea, of soft eyes, gentle hearts and the wonder in life that escapes even the best of us. She is trained as a transpersonal psychologist and would love to hear from you. Please visit her website at www.brynnebetz.com or send her an email at [email protected]

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