I am always precisely where you want me to be…
A Piece of Goodness
February 29
Time stopping for a moment, slightly rocking together as one—that is what prayer is like for me.
November 12
Lost in the woods, my soul, ambivalent and ungrounded, dis-connected. Thinking about praying, but not. Longing to have the desire to pray.
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…