Sara Dillon
Bio
Never mind the formality
State clearly what you see
kindness, corruption, greed...
We are the story tellers
Observers of truth
What a waste to hide
What a waste of youth
Stories (4)
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A Morning in Manhattan
“All Done!” Alice smiled as she reread the 70 names, written in the small black notebook, one last time. Then, satisfied, she set it down gingerly on the edge of the coffee table. Jack, her old, fat, and half-deaf beagle was sprawled out lazily on the living room rug. Alice bent down to scratch behind the ear he could no longer reach with his bad leg. Jack leaned into her, grateful for the help.
By Sara Dillon5 years ago in Humans
Soul Food
Kindness is as easily nourishing as the sunshine that sinks into a leaf. It penetrates even the roots, which continue to grow and spread. It trickles into every crevice of our soul and ripples into those around us. Each act forms a thousand seeds that are carried in the wind. Each heart touched is the water that begins the cycle again. This story is just one instance of the impact of human compassion. It takes place over the course of a year. And it wasn’t until the end, when a cup of soup was given to a man named Matthew, that I truly understood the impact he had on my family. Not just my family, but all of the families we’ve been able to help through him.
By Sara Dillon5 years ago in Humans
Totem
The shaman says that all the world is balance and every creature has its place. I am still coming to understand mine. This once bothered me more than I’d like to admit. And, I envied those who seemed to know theirs. In those days I was quiet, but not yet as silent as the night. I heard, but had not yet learned to listen. I saw, but did not yet see.
By Sara Dillon5 years ago in Longevity
