Wanted

Perhaps I should put a sign in the window: Help Wanted. I’ve already rolled up my sleeves for a new and inviting day. It is an opportunity to continue where I left off last evening. All I need is a little help. I cannot do it alone. Another day. Help Wanted.

I especially want and need the companionship of my friends. It has been this way for a long time. I’m only now noticing how I want and need them in ways I have not realized. I realize how each of my companions has a unique presence in my life. Friends I have known and ones I rely on now are all part of my every day. I want it to be that way.

The multi-colored threads of my life continue to weave themselves into a fabric of yet un-realized design. Each of my companions have been a unique part of my living. I love each of them in a quite unique fashion, and that love has been slowly changing me in surprising ways.

I want their involvement and their wanted help is shaping my life. As I open my genuine self to each of them, I notice that I take each of them with me in a quite unique way. I am willing to be changed by them, and for that I want their help. I also want also to be a portal of change for them, and happily invite them to enter.

Each companion if mine has been so distinct it is hard for me to see a common thread. I seem to develop a completely unique and different connection with each of them. No two are similar, and I think I want it that way. Nothing arises to invite comparisons. I wonder if I have also appeared so different to each of then. Has a distinct part of me been revealed to each of them unlike any other?

I want the help of my companions, past and present. I want them to be part of me and who I am as I enter a new day. Help wanted.