June 16, 2021
When your best conversation of the day is at one in the morning. That’s when you begin to realize how much your life’s changed. Never once taking note of having to show up for a new day in about five hours. From out of nowhere you’ve got to rely on the invisible ports of energy to ignite the availability of what little is present. It’s moments like this that serve as a mental export. When you give yourself permission to set free what’s currently heavy on your heart. I believe we’ve entered a new age in global history. The term frontline worker is no longer important. As the planet continues to reopen their business adventures those that showed up when others didn’t will soon fade within the curve of the new normal. Mentally this runs deep into the presence of my now. Frontline workers were more than medical workers, fight fighters and police departments. Frontline worker was a description of those who faced their inner fears, doubts and uncertain decisions. Nothing got in the way of a frontline employee. Secretly we took our temperature, taste tested our pallets, measured our breathing and stared into the eyes of a person we didn’t really know in the bathroom mirror because it almost seemed unfair to be out there. Don’t just shrug your shoulders frontline people and try to push it to the side. You’re being recognized for that something that you never stopped investing in. That something was you. You kept moving. Coming within inches of others who may have given you Covid but through the grace of God you remain. With guilt in my heart I must admit that I didn’t have any clue what an essential worker was until this page in history. You’ll never be forgotten. In martial arts we do something that very few receive. It’s called the Big Bow. You’ve earned the respect to receive it. Thank you.