It’s our favorite little taco shop in the Museum District, and looks and feels like a sports bar, but once inside you will find families, couples, and tables filled with after work friends. As we walked in last night, he was sitting by the door, clean, but badly sunburned, and his eyes told me he was homeless and so very alone. When MaryBeth went to wash up, our eyes met and his eyes pleaded for compassion. All of us along our journeys have had times we felt homeless, so alone in our darkness, and inside pleading. I meet cancer patients every day that are stuck on the edge of their darkness, feeling homeless in their fear driven fatigue and unworthiness. In his book Finding Inner Courage, Nepo talks about falling through the darkness in order to fall into life.
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