Woke up feeling …“It’s good to be alive.”
gratitude
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.
December 5
She puts a dollop of ice cream in her coffee, sits and prays with the birds, and the day breaks open, with her heart, with her consent, again.
December 3
The words “I Love You” wash over me and through me and in me…and I cannot distinguish which one of us is speaking, God or me…