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
A Piece of Goodness
February 6
…circumstance causing certain gratitude
February 5
On the way home from retreat…part of me is clinging so tightly to what I fear may be left behind my fingernails are bloody.
February 4
…Jesus wasn’t counting.
February 3
Immersed in thick humid summer air I wait. I welcome God to speak, my heart to listen, to connect, to become a bit more aware again