January 6
All will be well, and all things will be well. In the open hand lies something small, like a hazelnut — and it is the whole world, held and kept safe.
Revelations of Divine Love (freely rendered)
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All will be well, and all things will be well. In the open hand lies something small, like a hazelnut — and it is the whole world, held and kept safe.
When someone close to you is waiting for a medical examination, you may say: “It'll be all right.” You don't know that. The words come anyway, almost before you can weigh them.
As a prediction they would be dishonest. No one has shown you the results. But they are seldom meant that way, and seldom heard that way either. They say something more like: I'm staying here, and I'll sit out this hour with you. They make a small shared space on which the waiting can be borne for a while.
It becomes difficult when the good outcome does not come. In hindsight the words can then sound careless, like a promise you should not have made. Perhaps the other person took them literally at the time, perhaps not at all. What they needed from you that afternoon you are unlikely ever to know for certain.
Perhaps afterwards you say them less often and would rather sit beside them in silence. That too is an answer. Whether it is more honest or merely more cautious is hard for you to tell.
