I can’t explain the wind, and why bother trying? Like us, it begins somewhere and ends somewhere else. Always traveling, and in a hurry. Does the wind need a reason? No, it just is. Outside just now, the wind felt fine touching my face. And I am not traveling anywhere, I'm staying right here. Why? I just am.
10 March 2019
17 June 2019
T’was two nights before Christmas, about sunset, and I was working in the kitchen, loudly singing a Christmas carol, when it hit me like a ...
This life is an empty cup until you fill it yourself. The seas get filled by the rivers, but you and I don’t have that luxury. To be a huma...
Bring life to the planet. Help to heal that which needs healing. Teach the children, feed the hungry. House the homeless. Love each other, ...