I am always precisely where you want me to be because even if you desire that place to be different…you…offer me the freedom to go there.
A Piece of Goodness
November 12
What I once planted I now consider a weed…but now, I see more clearly the better choices, the ones that lead deeper into goodness.
November 11
I long to be like a starling, one of the many, in harmony with the will and energy that is life itself.
November 10
Perhaps it’s like touching a soap bubble…
November 8
He laughed easily and played harmless tricks on his friends…kept you off balance with how deeply he loved and shared himself