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little bits of light


Today, as I’m starting to feel like I can breathe again, I went to the mailbox and there was a little white bubble wrapped package waiting for me. My heart stopped for a moment. Hand written on the back it says, “handle with love.” 


A little bit of light. Just when I needed it.   


I can’t remember meeting Kyra, but my strongest memory was going to her house, to pray. I evolved from my youth group upbringings, and there are few people from then or from my school years who I keep up with, even in the typical social media ways. I’m not sure if that’s more a reflection on all those people, or me. Maybe it’s because I’m a Two. Regardless, I always followed Kyra. When she started making art, I felt it. I connected somehow. I was staying in a bedroom of a farmhouse with a stranger (she wouldn’t be a stranger for long... in fact she would change my life, but that’s another story) just after splitting up with my ex-husband when Kyra was posting that she needed a home for her cat because they had to move unexpectedly. He ended up being the perfect companion for Scott when he was staying in the little cottage next door. Captain Kirk has become a founding member of our family. When she started experimenting with ink artwork, I just became hypnotized. Every piece she’s done is brilliant. 


Then the Enneagram project happened. If you aren't familiar, do some research, and I bet you'll learn something about yourself along the way. I started studying and became so connected with her artistic expression of the personality of a Two. 


“But a Two’s strength comes when these wild and weak streams can pull together to make a single, pulsing river. When a Two listens to their needs and humbly lets themselves be filled first, they in turn have something to give to others. This river has the strength to carve the landscape around it instead of being carved by it, and the land is shaped for the good of all.”


The helper. My journey. And now it’s on a pendant... a beautiful little river in the green... hopeful. Hand sculpted and painted and with gorgeous Jasper beads, so many artists creating this for me. For my journey. It’s powerful. And it brought me to tears. And it’s beautiful.  


There are little bits of light. 


Be hopeful. 


And be thankful. 






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