I loved her like God in the womb, before I could see, hear or hold her.
A Piece of Goodness
December 31
She, from time to time, takes a sip of holy water…
December 29
Cry it out, into your pillow,…to the inhabitants of your favorite spot in the woods, to God, because they are all there leaning in to hear you.
December 28
I do not cower from the expectation that I will completely melt into nothingness and wholeness.
December 27
She has a heart of wildflowers, multicolored, multi-textured, beautiful, kind, strong and resilient.