Some truths bring shared meaning to the surface.
They move more than one person alone.
They are not mine alone.
They live between us.
They emerge through us.
Shovels discover.
Shovels are for work.
Shared effort.
I’ll carry part of this with you.
They show up in trusted groups.
Two or more of us,
moving as one.
Like digging out a trail
to provide space for someone else.
A shared tool,
in a shared effort,
revealing what we’re both ready to see.
Shovels let us work at the speed of trust.
They’re made for teams.
Sidekicks who’ve aligned in direction,
even if not in pace.
Most of what I’ve discovered
didn’t happen in my own head.
It happened in moments
when the work became the relationship.
When we picked up the same shovel,