our favorite neighbor moved away this past sunday. one of the transitions that is hard to adjust to is the fact that nearly everyone in our neighborhood is in transition.
this particular neighbor made a point to get to know us, watch out for us, and inform us of danger. and now her empty house stares back at us from across the street.
she was a single mom of five, and the three in the middle were just like their mom in the sense that they also welcomed us in. jason befriended one of her sons, rosco, almost instantly. basketball really is a language, i've come to realize.
the other day as we were unlocking our front door jason asked me if i think we've become comfortable in our neighborhood. i answered yes. i now realize that by giving that answer, i am also opening myself up to the possibility of hurt, vulnerability, and possibly more unwanted transition.
it's all in our choices.
greater risk=greater return
posted by Kelly @ 7:28:00 PM
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Nothing can come through a gate that is not open; we see being open as being the ultimate vulnerability. You are so right Kelly, it can hurt so badly, but the other option is to be numb, feel nothing, experience nothing. You gotta scream now and again, from joy, pain, fear, love, excitement, passion, none of this is possible without being open.
I thought that Brock really liked CC. I guess I also remember him being a huge Dave Matthews fan as well.
How's the Marta commute going? Sure beats traffic.
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