CORE STORIES

MY CORE

MY CORE

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.



 

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