My father, mother, my sister, my brothers, my husband and our canine and feline (now deceased) children – That’s my core. That will always be my core.
Where’s God in all of this? God is everything; God is all life and non-life, so God in effect isn’t unique to me.
My family is unique to me.
For those who don’t have a family or don’t know their family, their core becomes defined by them.
My core, as I define it, shaped and continues to shape who I am.
Even those long dead continue to influence my decisions in a positive, forward moving way.
This doesn’t mean that I go the way of the group or any individual within that group.
What it means is that they are the ones who make me what I am, as I work my way through my life, realizing that I am an individual within that group – different, similar, familiar.
Beyond that core is everything – everybody else.
I care about all of it. Yes, even you who reads this at this moment.
My core, because I hold that core so dear, allows me to not only care, but to help in my own way all else on the planet, in the universe and beyond.
That’s who I am. That’s what I am.
It doesn’t matter if I am or if I’m not a part of anybody else’s core in anybody else’s life.
What matters is whom I hold dear – for in the middle of the night, as I lay awake listening for the door to move, it is my core that keeps me brave.