Joining up with my.party people from #fmfparty and writing on 1 word in 5 min.
He has invited us in for the last couple years at least. We have been brought close, more then just a thruthe window view. It more of a heart to heart, face to face that we’ve been given.
Each time he writes it breaks my heart and puts the pieces back together again, because he doesn’t stray from sharing the burden of life but also speaks truth with fire.
He is a fighter. He has been for a long time. These days the battle takes place in a much different setting, but still requires bravery and boldness. And this boldness comes in the form of life being fought for each eaked out second of the day.
The brotherhood looks different now. Its made up of sniffing noses, bearpaw hugs and animals trained to caregive with their hearts and instinct. And yet it is like a blood brotherhood. The unity of preserving life and fighting off death binds them heart strong.
The coleader of this battalion has seen the battle from a different angle but has this warriors back. They take ground moment by moment, fighting to grasp life out of every intake of breathe.
They are battle weary, they hold each other up…looking to the light. Each dawning moment is a gift…there is a breathe that fills their lungs with hope.
They bless us by letting us in. By sharing what is true. What is hard. What is real.
And one of the reasons they are loved so deeply.
ANDREW and BARB and pups, you are SO loved.