The Gentle people are those whose heart can melt in an instant. They have great passions [introverted or extroverted] A toddler's smile fills the rest of their day with joy. They rage [silently or loudly] at the slightest injustice to anyone other than their self [sometimes for their selves, too] They usually love streams and rivers. Some adore oceans; other fear them for their immense power and depth.
The Gentle People are beguiled by stories. Their eyes may flash with excitement, or grow distant and dreamy. They flicker in and out of various worlds. Music has power. Art is nutritious.
I think we all know some gentle people, but I realized last week that we are all Gentle People. They are hidden inside each of us, and the extent you see them is the extent they're allowed to grow. The extent that a peephole is opened, or the big double doors.
When I talk with others, whatever the surface appearance, emotion, or circumstance is, I talk to the Gentle Person. And, invariably, it is the Gentle Person who answers me - even by just silently walking away.
The Gentle People are beguiled by stories. Their eyes may flash with excitement, or grow distant and dreamy. They flicker in and out of various worlds. Music has power. Art is nutritious.
I think we all know some gentle people, but I realized last week that we are all Gentle People. They are hidden inside each of us, and the extent you see them is the extent they're allowed to grow. The extent that a peephole is opened, or the big double doors.
When I talk with others, whatever the surface appearance, emotion, or circumstance is, I talk to the Gentle Person. And, invariably, it is the Gentle Person who answers me - even by just silently walking away.
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