The beauty of my spirit, my being, is oft hid, from myself and from others, through the plowing ahead and the pushing forward.
A Piece of Goodness
February 10
Woke up feeling …“It’s good to be alive.”
February 9
I asked God how She felt about all this and love moonbeams warmed my heart…
February 8
…praying to a God who does not exist, or rehashing the life of a man who lived two thousand years ago, rather than…the Christ who lives today.
February 7
Now that he is buried, I don’t know where to start…like I’m standing within reach of the merry-go-round yet can’t find the timing to climb back on